If you're a fan of nonsensical Neil, as in the one who dabbles in disco or uptown blues for no discernible reason other than enigmatic perversity, then Americana is for you. It's a tribute to folk standards and pop classics, yet Crazy Horse's approach can only be described as sonic buggery: bummer feedback, plodding grooves, zombie chants. It's all rather morose, especially "Clementine," on which Young reverts to the blue lyrics about kissing her "little sister." Neil and the Horse close with none other than "God Save The Queen," which is neither a folk standard nor a pop classic. So weird.