I may have bad taste in music, folks, I think it's time to admit that outright.
I can't tell you what makes this any different than the southern // hard rock I've been shitting on lately: its dumb, shouty, and less pretty/virtuoso/heavy than its specialty peers. But I had a vague, blank smile on my face the whole time, from the overblown opener (featuring an actual "guitar!" shout right before the guitar solo) to the Freebird/Green Grass closer.
It's layered, lightly textured, understately hooky, and heck if they don't sound like they're having a good time out there. This is almost certainly a bad album, but I've listened to it all the way through twice now and dammit I gotta admit I like it 3.5/5
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