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.
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.