Brent Cobb is a country folk singer. But more than that, he sounds like John Denver’s ghost made a baby with James Taylor and they named that baby Brent Cobb.
The songs are dirty and rough; they make you grit your teeth and pump your fist.
It sounds like the soundtrack to a heavy metal haunted house.
I like sad songs. This may become my new go-to 45 when I’m down.
Most of this album sounds like it is straight out of the 50s.
It is very Blondie-esque, but not as legendary.
It sounds like a group of friends having a good time pickin’ and grinnin’ on the porch, but their supreme professional talents keep this record from sounding subpar.
I thought I was buying a cheap unknown album for the fun of it and instead I was pleasantly surprised to find that I bought an LP recorded by a musical great.
Pearl Jam moves seamlessly between the grungy 90s alternative sound to the blues into modern jam band style and finally to their famous Eddie Vedder vibrato-laden ballads.