So much of the best indie rock takes a cue from the concept of yin-yang, understanding that everything ugly contains the seed of something beautiful and vice versa - the twist of sour lemon complicating the glow. Listen to the hint of distortion beneath the second verse of the sweetly sentimental “Archie, Marry Me,” or the way Conor Oberst’s croak meshes with Phoebe Bridgers’ coo on “Dylan Thomas.” Or take “I Love My Dad,” a plainspoken account of why Mark Kozelek loves his dad, which is a million times more affecting for his unaffected, unbeautiful sincerity.