The further into Lovett's lair you venture, the more his unpredictability emerges. He might be praising flightless waterfowl over a funky groove on “Penguins,” distinguishing between divinity and humanity on the sardonic country waltz “God Will,” or jumping into the jazzy R&B strut of “I've Been to Memphis”—his cool croon and blend of the earnest and arch ensure that it always sounds like no one but Lyle.