David Byrne sing-speaks as a man who finds out that his American Dream turns out to be some kind of, well, dream. Brian Eno pushes the band, the studio an instrument, the music as liquid as Byrne’s refrain, “water dissolving, water removing”. The rhythm section is unbelievably, impossibly tight. I’m not sure any other band—including subsequent Talking Heads—has even tried to sound like this since then (1980); I often feel like Remain in Light is one of rock'n'roll’s otherwise unattainable heights.