Lambchop I Hope You're Sitting Down (aka Jack's Tulips)

Highly Recommended - "...tweak the already shaky margins of alt-Opryland....a Gram Parsons anagram: earnest but definitely off-kilter...uneasy story-songs...in a voice so plaintive, you can hear his lips brush the microphone....a greasy slab of meat in sheep's clothing..."
4 stars out of 5 -- "Right from the opening lines...Lambchop appeared to be pursuing an agenda way off the radar of rock music."
"...This record is about life at its basics, and the art of watching the world from your front porch....Lambchop's billowing taste of slow weather represents our best small-town Tom Waits..."
4 stars out of 5 -- "While strings, brass and woodwind smoke around him, disturbing images lift out of the sound like dirt in a washing powder commercial."
Ranked #44 in NME's 'Top 50 Albums Of The Year' for 1995 - "The American Tindersticks, more or less. A dopily beautiful concoction of strings, horns, general creakiness and Kurt Wagner's vaguely pervy lyrics..."
Paste (magazine) - "[T]here are keys, pedal steel, strings, and occasional horns and woodwinds throughout -- they are the closest the band ever sounded to being inline with the offbeat lo-fi folk and indie rock of that time period."