Fleetwood Mac turned romantic carnage into immaculate pop architecture, five people unable to look each other in the eye somehow constructing the most perfectly harmonised album of the decade. The McVies' marriage crumbled while Buckingham and Nicks weaponised their break-up into songs that sounded like silk hiding daggers.

What could have been mere therapy became 40 million sales, proof that meticulous studio craft and raw emotional bloodletting aren't opposites. Dreams became reality while reality became Dreams, the ultimate contradiction album that never sounds conflicted.