Lambchop's long and winding road
Lambchop records almost always begin with the musical equivalent of an interrobang — a moment so simultaneously surprising and uncanny, you have little choice but to keep listening and hear how it resolves.
There were the softly sung fighting words of "My Face Your Ass," a as slow as some ancient Southern river, on 1997's , then a through a wild maze of wordplay on the 2000 breakthrough . The curtain rose on 2012's with as though Sinatra himself were about to stride to the microphone, only to have singer and songwriter Kurt Wagner curse his way through the first verse like an exasperated parent. Four years later, began with a 12-minute meditation on not knowing anything, Wagner's ultra-processed baritone like a ghost. "Whoever said I had the answer / They don't live here, next to the house of cancer," cooed the then-58-year-old cancer survivor, his shrug so complete it seemed to
