Over two decades and fifteen albums, The Mountain Goats have managed to turn their blend of punk and indie infused folk, intricate storytelling and knack for turning a lyrical phrase into a wide ranging collection of sweeping epics, introverted and intimate reflections, and everything I between. But even with that massive, eclectic catalogue, an entire album devoted to professional wrestling is still bizarrely out of left field. And sounds quirky enough to elicit just the slightest concern. A concern that Beat the Champ puts to rest immediately.
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