Lambchop - What Another Man Spills (US 1998)

Lambchop, originally Posterchild, is a band from Nashville, Tennessee. Lambchop is loosely associated with the alternative country genre, though its music resists easy classification. The music website Allmusic refers to them as "arguably the most consistently brilliant and unique American group to emerge during the 1990s". Never a band with a "core" lineup, Lambchop through the years has consisted of a large and fluid collective of musicians focused around its creative centre, frontman Kurt Wagner. Initially indebted to traditional country, the music has subsequently moved through a range of influences including post-rock, soul and lounge music.

Whatever the style, the characteristic mood of Lambchop's music is evoked by Wagner's distinctive songwriting - lyrically subtle and ambiguous, the vocals melodic but understated. Setting this apart from other minimalist songwriters is the large group of backing musicians, with the range of instruments and styles that it brings. Wagner's songwriting bears similarities with soul musicians such as Barry White, Curtis Mayfield and Marvin Gaye as much as with country and folk music, and can be seen to embody Kris Kristofferson’s dictum that “country music is the white man’s soul”.(From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)

.Από την άλλη μεριά, η μουσική των Lambchop σε “υγραίνει”. Κατ’ αρχάς φαντάσου τον βροχερό καιρό και την απάνθρωπη υγρασία του Αμερικάνικου Νότου: του Nashville, Tennessee για να ακριβολογούμε. Εκεί είναι όπου ο Kurt Wagner και η πολύ μεγάλη μπάντα του δημιουργούν τα ήρεμα, ονειρικά και μεγαλειώδη τραγούδια τους. “Συμφωνώ μαζί σου” αποκρίθηκε ο Kurt, αφού παραδέχτηκε ότι αποφάσισε να μην διεξάγει αυτή τη συνέντευξη στο μπαλκόνι της αυλής του, πιστεύοντας ότι τα κελαηδίσματα των πουλιών θα μας ηρεμήσουν σε σημείο νάρκωσης. “Αυτή η ηρεμία είναι κατάλληλη για το μέρος που ζω, εδώ στο Nashville, με την όλη υγρασία. Στο Νότο, τα καλοκαίρια μας είναι μεγάλα, ζεστά και περνάνε σιγά, και η μουσική μας αποτελεί καθρέπτισμα αυτών”.

(Η συνέχεια στο Avopolis)

Kurt and Willem contemplate the bus, the snow, and the bus in the snow.. ^V^``````^V^`````^V^Lyrics

I've Been Lonely For So Long :

Won't somebody help me please

'Cause I've been lonely for so long

Don't seem like happiness will come along

I've been lonely for so long

Don't seem like happiness will come along

These ain't clouds rain over my head

Everybody's throwing rocks in my bed

Just can't seem to get ahead in life

Nothing

I do ever turn out right

Won't somebody help me please

'Cause I've been lonely for so long

Don't seem like happiness will come along

I've been lonely for so long

Don't seem like happiness will come alongI lay awake every night

Trying to figure out how to make things right

There's got to be a better way

I knowTo shake this monkey off 'cause it's making me so

Won't somebody help me please

'Cause I've been lonely for so long

Don't seem like happiness will come along

I've been lonely for so long

Don't seem like happiness will come along

Yes I know what it feels like to be lonely

To have your friends turn their backs on you

Yes I've been lonely

Never know the real meaning of peace and harmony, yeah

I lay awake most every night

Trying to figure out how to make things right

There's got to be a better way I knowTo shake this monkey off

"cause it's making me so

Won't somebody help me please

'Cause I've been lonely for so long

Don't seem like happiness will come along

I've been lonely for so long

Don't seem like happiness will come along

(I've Been Lonely For So Long Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/)

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Lambchop - Is A Woman (US 2002)

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Lambchop - Is A Woman (US 2002)

Welcome to a world where heartache and regret are your best friends. Welcome to a world where songs are best served with a neat whiskey and a cigarette. Welcome to a world where you work out how to stop a table from wobbling by placing a matchbox under the leg. Welcome, in short, to the wonderful, weird world of Lambchop.
Kurt Wagner (who, in essence, is Lambchop) has been recording his baroque, downbeat masterpieces for eight years, sending critics into ever higher degrees of ecstasy while managing to leave the general public criminally unaware of his talents. His last album, Nixon, briefly threatened to break Lambchop into the big time, but it was not to be. Nixon was a luscious, soulful piece of work whose great variety meant that it was impossible to classify in an easy pigeonhole.
Is A Woman is released nearly two years to the day after Nixon and is the sound of a band stripped bare. All the songs here are just accompanied with piano, a quietly strumming guitar and the merest hint of percussion. It's all topped up with Wagner's heartbreakingly fragile falsetto, giving the impression of a man who has lived, loved, and lost, even when he's intoning lyrics such as "I have shat on the hillside".

Touted as "Nashville's most f*cked-up country band" by their label Merge Records, Lambchop was arguably the most consistently brilliant and unique American group to emerge during the 1990s. Their unclassifiable hybrid of country, soul, jazz, and avant-garde noise seemed at one time or another to drink from every conceivable tributary of contemporary music, its baroque beauty all held together by the surreal lyrical wit and droll vocal presence of frontman Kurt Wagner. Although Lambchop's ever-rotating roster would later expand to over a dozen members, the group formed in 1986 as a simple three-piece teaming Wagner, guitarist Jim Watkins, and bassist Marc Trovillion, former high school classmates already ten years removed from the educational system. Originally dubbed Posterchild, the trio made its earliest recordings in Trovillion's bedroom, self-releasing a series of cassettes with titles like I'm F*cking Your Daughter. In time, the lineup began to grow and the band regularly performed live in and around the Nashville area, often at the area record shop, Lucy's (not coincidentally owned by Wagner's wife, Mary).

Tracklist .



The Daily Growl 6:36
The New Cobweb Summer 6:57
My Blue Wave 7:52
I Can Hardly Spell My Name 3:24
Autumn's Vicar 4:16
Flick 5:07
Caterpillar 6:19
D. Scott Parsley 5:57
Bugs 5:43
The Old Matchbook Trick 4:41
Is A Woman


Review
by Richie Unterberger
Many of the attributes that numerous alternative listeners have found endearing or annoying about Lambchop remain on this, the band's sixth album. There's the fragmented, sometimes mundane subject matter of Kurt Wagner's lyrics, his dry sing-speak voice, and an overall air of resignation that blurs the line between contentment and containment. Is a Woman has to rank as one of the group's better efforts, though, primarily since the coyness that could lead to aggravating pretensions has been muted, almost to the point of absence. It's also fair to say that, at this point, Lambchop was no longer an alt-country act. Perhaps there's still a touch of countrypolitan to the subdued songs and languorous tempos. But the effect is rather more like that of an arty lounge singer, with the deft piano, rich vibes, and occasional science fiction-like guitar effects. Wagner sounds something like an alternate-universe Randy Newman, not nearly as concise or direct in his imagery, but possessed of similar weary, reflective Americana. By focusing less on quotidian (i.e., boring) experiences of the proletariat and more on less-tangible allusions to death, troubled romance, and loneliness, Wagner's music is simply more approachable and meaningful, if still hard to puzzle out in its specific intent. Too, the sound is much more consistent from cut to cut than it has been on past Lambchop albums, with enough inventive tinges of soul and jazz to leaven the super-somber after-hours ethos. This is still way too idiosyncratic for mass digestion, but it's a definite positive artistic progression.

Lambchop - What Another Man Spills (US 1998)

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"I'm in love with the dead girl on the old and past picture"

Teardrops form a shadow

This tongue starts to waggle

That's a lovely dress

And oh that's just teaching

And it's not true you know

You swear and all by yourself

As time delivers for a while now

This may not appeal to you

But I can hardly spell my name

A Siamese beside his lonely awesome

And I've been waiting all my life

In spite of this arrangement

Moderation on vacation

It's time we all settled down

And it's not true you know

You swear and all by yourself

As time delivers for a while now

This may not appeal to you

But I can hardly spell my name

Chickadee tosses leaves out of her nester

My uncle's uncle's uncles fester

To chesnutt's empty sound

One by one they hit the ground

It's fall and it's warm

And i've got a sweater

Tell me nothing nothing's better

The flowers wilt from the weight of the leaves

But it's not the cold

It's the dryness

That makes it so, (groovy)

Believe you me

Believe me you

Let it roll

God cues his trees to drop their load

I've got some used cowboy boots

You've got some weed

It's a noisy cracked accumulation

Of golden brown, mr. Brown's first born

Can anyone get it

It's not too obvious

Two friends locked in a dutch romance

It's the angry middle aged distraction

Your postman stumbles in the yard

With a message long

You communicate through song

And take it up with the vicar

Believe you me

Believe me you

Grateful for the score

The nuts today you store

Could come in handy in the future