On his eighth album of roughed-up country (kind of a cross between '70s Southern rock and sparkling, modern Nashville), Travis Tritt plugs in his amps and commands his group of industry vets to play loud. And in his single-minded quest to bring back the aural joys of Lynyrd Skynyrd and Molly Hatchet (as well as a bit of pre-Hotel California Eagles, the peaceful, easy feelin' guys), Tritt proceeds to kick down the barn doors of any great commercial crossover and then stirs up a ball of dust that sounds conspicuously way out of time. The few times he plays the Nashville game (and Tritt's not as far removed from all the big-hat cowboys as he thinks he is) are actually the moments where No More Looking Over My Shoulder finds a comfort zone (the plaintive ballad "If I Lost You" is the best thing here). Someone should tell him that his redneck heroes weren't all that revolutionary, and that they certainly don't transcend all that well in the '90s.
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AllMusic Review by Michael Gallucci