Lambchop
The music sounds simple, but the more one listens, the more one begins to notice the depth of details: ephemeral harmonies, strings rattling against guitar necks, piano hammers clacking and Kurt Wagner's breath. That's the sound of Lambchop. The band's latest album is called Is A Woman.
Imagine a small bar in Nashville with worn-looking customers and dusty sunlight streaming into a faded back room where a small band is playing. If you can, you can picture where Lambchop's music comes from and what it sounds like. It might best be described as country folk — plain and direct but wistful and expressive at the same time. On a grey day and with a glass of bourbon in hand, Lambchop's idiosyncratic lyrics are perfect.
"i can flick a cigarette butt further and with more accuracylots of practice, I guess
someday we will all be editors"
flick, Lambchop, Is A Woman
Diarist of the day: Roy Jenkins, 3 February 1977 [Brussels]"Dinner at a very good fish restaurant enlivened, if that is the word, on the way out by sensing a slight feeling of embarrassment amongst the staff, which was indeed well founded, as we saw on the ground floor -- the upturned soles of a Japanese who seemed at least unconscious and possibly dead. When we got outside an ambulance drew up and a stretcher was rushed in. We asked Ron Argen, our inimitable driver, whether he knew what was happening. He said, 'Oh yes, certainly, oyster poisoning. Quite often happens but the restaurant is insured against it, so there is no need to worry.' "
