0441. Lambchop
Nixon

This is an album with a split personality. It starts out with the countryesque The Good Old Shoe and finishes with The Butcher Boy, a song where Lambchop sounds like they're The Bad Seeds in disguise.

In between there's transformations to seventies' falsetto-soul, lounge music, alt-country and I'm actually to ill to think up another name at the moment (I've got a man-cold, baby), but the unifying thing is music that's as light as air on the mind, and often dark and bitter as coffee beans for the soul.

The problem with that combination is that as good as it is it's still a blank as soon as the album stops - cause I can't remember how it sounded, but have a lingering feeling it was depressing.

Wierd.