I'm mildly surprised that Lindsey Buckingham's solo albums haven't been subjected to the same revisionism which has made Fleetwood Mac's Tusk an essential recording. Maybe it's cuz I always suspect there's something missing, despite their charms. Under The Skin is the first one to hint that there's a world beyond Brian Wilson-esque hermeticism (if anything Brian Wilson-esque hermeticism is Buckingham's legacy to indie DIYers).