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Lambchop - I Hope You're Sitting Down/Jack's Tulips

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I Hope You're Sitting Down/Jack's Tulips

Label City Slang
Erstveröffentlichung 10.12.2021
Format 2-LP+DLC
Lieferzeit 1 – 3 Werktage
Preis 25,95 € (inkl. MwSt. zzgl. Versand)

Back in 1994, when Lambchop first lurched lackadaisically into public view, they seemed to many people freakish, outlandish, destined at best for the pages of photocopied fanzines and the graveyard hours of specialist radio stations. A sprawling collective of Nashville musicianseleven were credited on the sleeve of I Hope You're Sitting Down / Jack's Tulips, one of them apparently responsible for “open-end wrenches”they'd named themselves after a sock puppet, inexplicably given their album two titles, and stuck a painting on the cover of a small, barefooted child holding a dog whose cock and balls are on proud display. Perhaps to counteract this bold depiction of canine masculinity, the inner sleeve offered a black-and-white shot of what the more refined sometimes call a “lady garden.” The back cover offered a painting detail of a wedding dress. So far, so weird.

Where Lambchop brought us was somewhere so singular and bewilderingly gripping thatto perhaps no one's greater surprise than the band themselves, whose homeland remained baffled for quite some years to comethe album ended up in British music paper NME's Top 50 Albums of the Year. In case anyone were to consider this an anomaly, France's similarly influential Les Inrockuptibles placed it at number 25 on their own list. Not bad for a band who had gathered since the mid-1980s, once a week, purely for pleasure, in that smoky, dimly lit basement. Not bad, either, for a record whose sessions were initially only expected to produce enough material for a handful of 7-inch singles. Disheveled yet tender, anarchic yet intricate, I Hope You're Sitting Down / Jack's Tulips instead provided the springboard for a careerstill ongoing, despite repeated reinventions, and still compelled by stubbornly freakish, outlandish intentionsduring which Lambchop's ever-changing line-up has continued to confound expectations. Wagner, meanwhile, remains one of our most cryptic but crucial voices, an authentic poet of the magical banal. Sure, it was weird here, but it was wonderful, too. Over a quarter century later, it still is.

A1. Begin<
>A2. Betweenus<
>A3. Soaky In The Pooper<
>A4. Because You Are The Very Air He Breathes<
>B5. Under The Same Moon<
>B6. I Will Drive Slowly<
>B7. Oh What A Disappointment<
>B8. Hellmouth<
>C9. Bon Soir, Bon Soir<
>C10. Hickey<
>C11. Breathe Deep<
>C12. So, I Hear You're Moving<
>D13. Let's Go Bowling<
>D14. What Was He Wearing?<
>D15. Cowboy On The Moon<
>D16. Or Thousands Of Prizes<
>D17. The Pack Up Song
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