Who doesn’t want a record from America’s favorite principal?
There is a depth and fullness to this record that is absolutely stunning
Wrangled is pure two-stepping, Nudie suit wearing country music…with short flashes of punk rock attitude and feminist badassery.
Jack Johnson makes chill beach-y hippie music and he is absolutely amazing at it.
This is not an album of sing-a-longs; it is prog-rock.
Reema needs a hug to let her know that everything is going to be just fine.
Lifes Rich Pageant is an incredibly 80s sounding record and an incredibly timeless sounding record simultaneously.
Rockingham is more than a country album; this is blue-collar singer-songwriter music.
This is rock n roll as if it had evolved in the hollers of West Virginia.
This is a solid blues-based rock n roll album that has flares of funky disco, big band rock with horns and pianos, punk rock lite, and stripped down coffee house music.
It is an album with an unobtrusive sound that is a perfect companion soundtrack to some relaxing time spent on your couch.
The music on this record is so country that it almost sounds like a caricature of what country music should be.
This record is generic-sounding, female-led, modern alternative that belongs on the soundtrack of a Wes Anderson movie……so long as you place the song titles symmetrically on the back cover.
This record is an excellent example of Judy Garland’s superhuman skills. She sings with a soft power and draws you in with the wisp in her voice before she blows you away.
The sounds on this record are pure, wholesome country music from a time before the pop bastardization that happened in the 80s and today.
Hearing a Chicago blues song in the style of southern rock sounds like something you would hear on Jimmy Fallon, but it totally works.
It is full of heartbreak songs written from the point of view of men who have been beaten by life.
Portions of 29 also give me the vibe that I am in some professional office and waiting patiently in a chair while a secretary types away and an intern is filing papers.
It is three songs of typical, fun-loving, country-inspired rockabilly. This album sounds like old Reverend Horton Heat.
This is the Jerry Lee that is full of sorrow and walking the line between rock n roll and country.
Shoji is simply amazing. His fiddling prowess is akin to Bob Wills and Charlie Daniels.
If you are interested to hear part of the creative process that went into making the Grammy award-winning swan song of one of the most influential bands of the past 30 years, then you should seek this record out.
There is a massive amount of sass, badassness, and heartbreak all squeezed into four little songs on this EP.
She sounds like she stepped out of the hills of East Tennessee in the late 60s. There is a seductive smoothness to her raspy, breathy voice.
If you are not aware of the funkiest and blackest white man in America, you should educate yourself.
What it sounds like to me is the soundtrack that should be playing in the gift shop after you get off of the Disney Jungle Cruise or maybe it is the music you hear in the waiting room of the spa that is in the hotel where you stay during your down time while on safari in Africa.
Live at the Mayan, Los Angeles is not a sing-a-long rock album; it is not a headbanging rock album; it is a rock album that has a groove that ebbs and flows without being jarring.
Listening to the kind of emotional pain that permeates throughout Always On My Mind is almost addicting.
Savage Times ventures into Quincy Jones-esque funky disco-pop, punk, 60s psychedelic rock, and political folk rock.
It is bar-room country. The music has grit and it has heart and it has soul.
It is bluesy and heavy like an amped up version of The Stones.
This record sounds like what Black Sabbath could have evolved into if Ozzy had stayed clean and the 80s never happened.
It is guitar-laden rock ‘n roll with a country twang and parts of this album are heavier than you remember.
This album could easily be disc 7 of Time Life’s 14 disc set of early 2000s Top 40.
This album is not far off from what finally became the sound that makes a Foo Fighters record Foo Fighter-y.
Heavy, dark, growling black metal. This record is full of anger and angst and rage.
It sounds like a punk band is singing country music.
Seriously, Margo Price is from another time. A time when genius female country songwriters ruled Nashville.
What does the music sound like? Elvis. Seriously.
Rest In Chaos is on the classic rock sounding side of the jam band spectrum, but definitely, has that quintessential jam band feel.
As for Volbeat’s style, it cannot easily be put into a simple category. They are power pop punk rockabilly metal.
Simple complexity. Does that make sense?
Howlin’ Wolf’s vocal work has that I-have-seen-some-shit-that-you-would-not-believe-type of feel to it. He is the kind of guy that you do not want to mess with, but want to hang around so you can hear his stories.
Just like many people I know, this record loves Jesus but also likes to have a drink and smoke a little weed.
Aftermath is almost 51 years old. Think about that for a moment; 51 years in the future is the year 2068. Damn.
There is never an overpowering sense of twang or bluegrass or honky tonk or western swing, but all of those elements live in harmony with the sound on this album.
My knowledge of Leon Russell is very limited: I know that he is greatly respected in the music world; I know he has worked with some of the greatest musicians to walk the Earth; I know that my uncle tells a story about sleeping with his wife one time.
The four songs on the two 45rpms that make up Why Don’t We Duet In The Road are as classic as classic country music can get.
Hefti in Gotham City sounds like you have been teleported back in time to New York City in the mid-1960s and have wandered into a big band jazz club filled with men in suits, cigarette smoke, expensive cocktails, and gorgeous women.
Killer Mike and El-P create a hip hop sound like no other. Run The Jewels 3 is an album you can put on the turntable and jam.
This record can be summed up in three words: polished garage rock.
The cry of the pedal steel on I’m Not The Devil is sometimes heartbreaking; the fiddle solos somehow make you feel lonely; the lyrics can cause a sadness to well up inside that waters your eyes, but brings along with it a small grin.
There is a lightheartedness to the music that makes it great to turn up loud and lose yourself in the 80s glam.
I want to get drunk to this record. I want to cry with this record. I want to make love to this record.
The Stage sounds like Andrew Lloyd Webber dropped acid, went to a Rush concert, and decided to hire metal musicians to play the soundtrack to his drug-induced visions.
This record is Memphis soul, Delta blues, and party jam band all wrapped into one big and bold sound.
Willie and the Poor Boys jams when it comes to rocking out on a piano and can hold its own against any similar record.
In the immortal words of Cherlene, “OUTLAW COUNTRY!!! WOOO!!!!”
There is an intensity to the music that will cause your pulse to race and your senses to heighten.
It is the type of album that you listen to with your friends while wearing black t-shirts and playing pool in a smoke-filled basement with that one overweight girl there in the corner because she just wants to be included.
Reata is haunting. The music hangs heavy in the air and it allows you to breathe it in.
This EP is an amazing tribute to a fan.
Shooter Jennings is cut from the same cloth as his father, so if you like Waylon you will like Shooter.
If you have been missing Rage Against The Machine, this is the closest you are going to get.
One word: timeless.
It is a collection of songs that will allow you to sit alone with a beer and think about loves you have lost, maybe make a tear well up, and help you feel like you are better off without them in your life; it does everything a good country album should do.
This is not blues-virtuoso-Gary Clark Jr., this is soulful-take-you-to-church-Gary Clark Jr.
As a listener, you get the chance to hear part of Butch’s creative process.
Ghosts is definitely and unmistakable an album from the 70s.
Brother O’Brother is not playing dress up and doing their best to imitate other, more famous, two-piece rock bands. Brother O’Brother is an amalgamation of those bands with their own special flare.
Little Seeds ends on a low and sad note. This LP is an emotional trip.
This is a solid record that satisfies an itch for new music that sounds like old music. Also, I imagine that this album sounds better with a little marijuana.
Make your kids listen to this album and have them look up the stories behind the songs. Hell, you and I should do the same.
Popestar sounds like nothing else in music right now.
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.
I am sure that the people in the studio were not aware of the fact that they were witnessing a legend create musical magic.
If I had to place it in one specific section of a record store I think it would go in with the country albums……or maybe indie. Or maybe it would go in the music-your-sister-in-college-and-her-hot-friends-love section.
There is Southern rock, blues, country, and vocal harmonies à la The Beach Boys.
Lyrically, this album is a little dark and heavy and it totally works.
It is doom metal lite: all the evil, half the calories.
The fact that Whiskey Myers exists in 2016 and not in 1977 is pretty strong evidence that time travel is possible.
It is a good song. It is a fun song. It is a happy song. It is a jam band song. It is a Dead song.
Just when you think the new waviness is too much Countach (For Giorgio) brings you back to a traditional outlaw country sound for a bit.
This record is the antithesis of high energy
This album sounds modern, but it is not trapped in a specific time frame.
For most of Stay Gold Butch has a Springsteen-ness about him that is hard to explain, but it definitely exists.
If you have a turntable at the place you stay at while visiting the beach you definitely need to take this record with you.
This is the type of record you put on the turntable when your mom or grandmother comes over for tea.
It is a country legend paying tribute to the most important man music has ever seen, so it can’t be categorized as bad.
The songs that fill this record were hits for a reason; you can tap your toes, nod your head, and sing along.
California Nights sounds like the soundtrack to a 90s teen comedy.
It sounds like Jimi Hendrix and The White Stripes had a baby.