I realize the need to talk myself out of buying every single record that intrigues me. Sometimes I fail at that conversation.
This is one of the times that I lost. But, it is Sturgill Simpson. And he really is awesome.
The Dead Don’t Die is a simple little 45rpm record. It is as country as country can be. It feels like it is straight out of the Grand Ole Opry’s heyday.
A crying steel guitar perfectly complements the effortless two-step and soft fiddle while carrying emotion and heart.
This little record has just enough fuzziness to make you wonder if it is actually a new recording or if it was found in some grandma’s attic.
I so wish that I owned a jukebox or a smoky old barroom. Or a smoky old barroom with a jukebox because this record craves to be played on crackling speakers while grown men drown their sorrows in cheap beer.