
When I first saw a live show by Lambchop, self-described as "Nashville's most fucked-up country band", they won me over in an instant. Kurt Wagner's testicular growl filled the room and his band's slow-burn take on country pop was nothing less than incandescent. After watching them hypnotise a room, Lambchop's recorded output sounded a little bit flat. They haven't been helped by a couple of albums that were a bit same-ish, especially 2006's Damaged . They're pretty songs, but they didn't reach out of the stereo and force you to pay attention. The best thing [...]