I got into math-rock well before I understood Slint. I liked Good Morning, Captain, along with the rest of the world, but couldn't get along with the other songs. It was Washer and a bout of earache that had me lying on my side in bed for a day that were the bridge to the rest of the album. I understood that it was about quietness and strangeness, rather than beautiful melodies; the shiffing grass, rather than the red setting sun. Thus, Spiderland is the album that makes me wonder whether music recommendation services make any sense: it took maybe fifteen or twenty listens, and a whole day, before I got into Slint. A half listen to a half-track on the perceptron would not have done it.