It takes a brave man to like Lamb. Brave, stupid or maybe desperate. I don't think I'm the third, and I like Lamb.
There is something adolescent and feminine about the whole enterprise, with those humourless and pretentious lyrics from a girl's poem book and a sound almost completely lacking in testosterone. It's just so easy to sneer, unless you're trying to get off with a sensitive girl of course...
...this is not what you'd expect in a 5-star review but bear with me.
The music is a tight, jazzy, drum'n'bass groove that brings in plenty of electronica and the more unexpected cello - well, it worked for Oasis
at roughly the same time. But Lamb really does get into the emotions. The haunted emptiness of Zero (a response to a miscarriage) evokes the painful emptiness of loss that is quite horrifying, to a minimalist backing of jerky strings that seem to be slashing their own wrists.
Then Gorecki, the hit, the centrepiece, the much-sampled and plundered paean to love that will pay Lou and Andy's mortgages forever. It works because Lou really believes it, and somewhere behind your faēade of worldliness and cynicism you want to believe that you too can love like that.
Put aside your Motörhead and Metallica for a moment. When she gave you Lamb, could she have had that hope for you?