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The definitive album for anyone, regardless of your musical palette, that seeks a relentlessly domineering style of self-agency. The songwriting is kindred, raw and lyrically immaculate. The instrumentation is traditionally rigid yet gregariously digestible. The positioning of the tracklist is flawless. This is a record without any prominent blight or blemish. You truly can't go wrong with this LP.
And don't get me started on the vocal prowess of Chris Stapleton himself. If anyone feels every ounce of their pain, glory, regret, dominance, indecision and self-reflection: it's this mammoth of a talent. This man had me in literal tears with 80% of the material. I can't believe this record eluded my musical crosshairs at the allotted time of release. Another indication of my foregone ignorance.
I'm a lover of all things Country, but I'm aware at how the narrative earned by the more crass auditory presentations in the genre can prevent someone from engaging in a musical exploration. But this record has the innate potential to change your mind.
On a more personal note, this may very well be my favorite album ever. This album is all of my hurts and desires set to a soulfully tangible twang.
…and I also bought his Traveller Whiskey. For research, of course. If you’re of age, you should, too. Highly recommended. But no pressure.
5/5 stars.
Highlights:
…the entire album. Period.
And don't get me started on the vocal prowess of Chris Stapleton himself. If anyone feels every ounce of their pain, glory, regret, dominance, indecision and self-reflection: it's this mammoth of a talent. This man had me in literal tears with 80% of the material. I can't believe this record eluded my musical crosshairs at the allotted time of release. Another indication of my foregone ignorance.
I'm a lover of all things Country, but I'm aware at how the narrative earned by the more crass auditory presentations in the genre can prevent someone from engaging in a musical exploration. But this record has the innate potential to change your mind.
On a more personal note, this may very well be my favorite album ever. This album is all of my hurts and desires set to a soulfully tangible twang.
…and I also bought his Traveller Whiskey. For research, of course. If you’re of age, you should, too. Highly recommended. But no pressure.
5/5 stars.
Highlights:
…the entire album. Period.
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VERY rarely am I an individual of diminutively passive words. But that’s about as much as this record has inspired out of me. Not a BAD record, per se; the album’s glossy quirks compliment the edge of the mid-late ‘00’s understandable need for boisterous overproduction to withstand the desolate market of passionately obtuse radio-play.
But unfortunately, Colby O’s debut greatly suffers as a result of this adaptation. It doesn’t even scratch the surface of what his above-average vocals and visual appeal would suggest. This man’s bashfully PlayBoy-adjacent persona is capable of achieving FAR beyond the glory of a conveniently placed Top 20 single. And I wish this record was more indicative of the potential that bled within the few tracks that sleekly delivered well past the stylishly transient fluff that conclusively bloated most of the experience. Colby O’Donis doesn’t deserve to be a mitigated casualty among the evaporating nu-R&B pop that encompassed the garish declarations of the penultimate noughties. But the album’s commitment to flagrant currency and ostentatious accessibility tarnished the inauguration of a very talented muse.
3/5 stars.
But unfortunately, Colby O’s debut greatly suffers as a result of this adaptation. It doesn’t even scratch the surface of what his above-average vocals and visual appeal would suggest. This man’s bashfully PlayBoy-adjacent persona is capable of achieving FAR beyond the glory of a conveniently placed Top 20 single. And I wish this record was more indicative of the potential that bled within the few tracks that sleekly delivered well past the stylishly transient fluff that conclusively bloated most of the experience. Colby O’Donis doesn’t deserve to be a mitigated casualty among the evaporating nu-R&B pop that encompassed the garish declarations of the penultimate noughties. But the album’s commitment to flagrant currency and ostentatious accessibility tarnished the inauguration of a very talented muse.
3/5 stars.
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