Spilt Milk, by Jellyfish. It’s an album that uses nostalgia and childhood imagery to discuss disillusionment both with religion and with pop music (or are they the same thing?). It’s incredibly dense with wordplay and music allusions, and takes a few listens to really take in.

Almost every song on the album is a stylistic homage to one of the artists who inspired Jellyfish, and not all of the pastiches are flattering; “He’s My Best Friend” riffs on Harry Nilsson but turns his famous “Best Friend” ode to fatherhood into a sarcastic tribute to chronic masturbation.