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.