Bruce Springsteen is the archetypal American rocker, making anthems out of universal dreams and struggles. He restlessly howls on his most epic tunes, like the 1975 wall-of-sound romance “Born to Run”, with jingling xylophone, banging keys and wailing sax piled atop pounding backbeats. His most intimate moments are woven into arrangements aching and sparse: “I'm On Fire” is nothing more than ghostly reverb and a hushed, rockabilly pulse; the folky “Atlantic City”, one of his most anguished ballads, is just voice and a strumming acoustic.