What’s the best (sub)genre of music to soundtrack a treacherous, tense drive across an ice-ridden web of midwestern highway? A friend and I asked ourselves this very question last Wednesday as we cautiously trekked through a blustery Indiana on our way back from Cincinnati to our respective cities of Chicago and Madison, Wisconsin. The “Crossroads of America” was anything but that—most of the central part of the state, which had been hit with a medium-size blizzard overnight, was sheeted in ice and well-packed snow, encouraging the day’s more daring (and idiotic) drivers to take unwanted detours into medians and snow drifts. For the most part, I-74 was a damn nightmare, and I-65 was barely tolerable.