Album #12 for this band, though not really a band. I have been informed, mostly with paramount trust from a man who know longer speaks backtalk, that it's mainly the work of Kurt Wagner, and that suffice to say is enough for me, with sacred faith, tantamount to everlasting friendship in music.
FLOTUS is the sound of an artist sonically reinventing himself with vocoders and even electronic beats here and there. But these devices are peppered in there. Just like when a paramount man seasons his beefy steak, or cuts a pineapple ring to sling with a pork as a medallion. Did he bring the peas?
Lambchop have really delivered an album to sink into. The running time is over an hour, so I'd honestly smoke a pipe, literally and metaphorically, ambitiously and with cowardice. Here layeth a band sans pretence. I've been keen since 2000's Nixon and will remaineth as long as the chances keep
a-coming.
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