Every family has a black sheep. A red-headed step-child. One that doesn’t quite fit in, but you love them like your own. Because they’re family. And deep down, you respect each other’s differences, and you have each other’s back. No one picks on this one but me, because it’s your son. Or your dad. Honestly, this analogy fell apart a sentence or two in. Wooden Leg Named Smith brings familiar faces to the stage, and a complete lack of boundaries or labels (in a good way) that is reflected in their music.