To 21st-century ears, the range of I Can Hear the Heart Beating as Onemight sound familiar—after all, with the musical universe at your fingertips, why not listen to everything?—but in 1997, it was a quiet revolution: Here was indie rock without guitars (“Autumn Sweater”) and feedback-heavy art songs made by the quiet family who runs the corner store or lives upstairs (“We’re an American Band”).