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All 3 of those bands have fucking awful vocalists.
Mark Prindle said this recently about Neutral Milk, it's pretty funny:
"A few years ago, I went to a local watering hole to view the remnants of top comedian Neil Hamburger live at one of The Onion Comedy Newspaper's fancy get-togethers. Also on the bill were Mr. Show's Paul F. Tompkins and some other entertainers whose names rang nothing to my aged ear. This being The Onion, I assumed that all the performers would be funny-focused, but suddenly as Mr. Tompkins cleared the stage, a young college boy climbed onstage with his acoustic guitar, parked in front of the mic, and sang shitty, heartfelt songs at the top of his lungs for the next half-hour. And I don't mean he screamed with rage or tore up his vocal chords with passion; he simply sang his dippy la-de-da shit songs as loud as he could get his la-de-da voice to go, as if unaware that the microphone provides an amplification service. I just stood in confusion wondering, "What on Earth would have given him the idea to sing in such an annoying way?"
Now I know. It was [In the Aeroplane over the Sea]."
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