Can is sometimes a more difficult band to talk about than to simply experience. Their greatest moments often come in the form of lengthy 15-plus-minute tracks that find them exploring the farthest reaches of one singular musical idea, whether a funk jam, psychedelic rock freakout or Stockhausen-inspired sonic collage. They often took radically different tacks from one song to another, and embraced the difficult and oblique in ways that even the most far-out acts of the ’60s and ’70s didn’t, be it through the abrasive yelps of either of their two early lead vocalists or their frequent embrace of improvisation over composition. When you lay this all out on a page, the pieces don’t seem like they should connect. But musically, they converge in a sublime whole.