From the front, the house in the quiet Nashville suburb where Kurt Wagner has lived the last thirteen years looks the same now as it did when he first moved there. The pillared porch still faces out over a patchy lawn to a small industrial warehouse on the other side of the road. The chair in which Kurt has composed so many of his songs stands to the left, an ashtray overflowing with butts nearby. His beloved veteran pickup truck remains in the drive, while sounds from nearby traintracks occasionally punctuate the birdsong. Inside, though the front room is much as it was – shaded from the sun, comfy armchairs showing their age –back where the small kitchen used to lead through a rickety screendoor to a second porch and yard there’s now a whole new living area, freshly sanded floors reflecting the golden Tennessean light. What used to be a splintered deck is now a grand veranda. And while the staccato tap of their toenails on the boards sounds the same, his dogs are different too: Lucy and Jack long gone, replaced by Sydney and Louise.
So much has changed since Kurt first led LAMBCHOP out of the basement downstairs where they rehearse. Back then they were a ramshackle outfit, a charming drinking buddy collective taking the music they heard around them in Music City – the butt of jokes amongst the critical elite at the time – and mixing it with the music that they loved, Wagner topping it all off with his weird, abstract lyrics about a “soaky in the pooper” and cowboys on the moon. They were a curiosity: the fact that anyone would want to release the album they recorded as great a surprise to the band as anyone. Perhaps, if it had not been picked up by a small group of fervent fans and critics seduced by what the band archly called ‘The New Sound Of Nashville’, it would have been their only album.
Yet now, almost two decades later, LAMBCHOP return with their tenth, OH (ohio). The musical landscape could hardly be more different. Nashville is ‘cool’ again: Jack White has bought a home there, Kings Of Leon are a household name, Harmony Korine directs Budweiser commercials featuring LAMBCHOP’s William Tyler at Springwater (the legendary dive where LAMBCHOP and many other local bands cut their teeth), David Berman has revitalized his Silver Jews in the city (borrowing two members of LAMBCHOP, we might add) and Be Your Own Pet have cornered the teenage punk market.
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So much has changed since Kurt first led LAMBCHOP out of the basement downstairs where they rehearse. Back then they were a ramshackle outfit, a charming drinking buddy collective taking the music they heard around them in Music City – the butt of jokes amongst the critical elite at the time – and mixing it with the music that they loved, Wagner topping it all off with his weird, abstract lyrics about a “soaky in the pooper” and cowboys on the moon. They were a curiosity: the fact that anyone would want to release the album they recorded as great a surprise to the band as anyone. Perhaps, if it had not been picked up by a small group of fervent fans and critics seduced by what the band archly called ‘The New Sound Of Nashville’, it would have been their only album.
Yet now, almost two decades later, LAMBCHOP return with their tenth, OH (ohio). The musical landscape could hardly be more different. Nashville is ‘cool’ again: Jack White has bought a home there, Kings Of Leon are a household name, Harmony Korine directs Budweiser commercials featuring LAMBCHOP’s William Tyler at Springwater (the legendary dive where LAMBCHOP and many other local bands cut their teeth), David Berman has revitalized his Silver Jews in the city (borrowing two members of LAMBCHOP, we might add) and Be Your Own Pet have cornered the teenage punk market.
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