Hemingway's Whiskey, Kenny Chesney's first album in two years finds him slinging his usual mix of country beachcomber anthems and sensitive reminiscence.
ZBB's sophomore effort You Get What You Give doesn't stray far from their platinum- selling blend of country-frat jams and oceanfront jangles; Jimmy Buffett even guests.
The moody set mixes covers of legends like Vern Gosdin with originals that ring so true they might as well be standards.
It’s time for another round of country music madlibs, and with the exception of "After 17" — an awkward ode to a teenaged lass who’s "not a woman, not a girl" — the results float comfortably in the haze of Jackson’s 20 year career. If you hate surprises, he’s your guy.
He's devoted to traditional arrangements, and he's packed this fourth album, Haywire, with steel guitar, fiddles, and two-stepping beats.
How you respond to this cloying, gothic preciousness ... will have everything to do with your personal tolerance level for things like rough-hewn songcraft and small children chanting about zombies.
With themes of sin and forgiveness, regret and acceptance, loss and grown-up love, Revolution is a portrait of an artist in full possession of her powers.
The vast majority of their debut album, Gloriana, falls somewhere between maudlin boy-band songwriting clichés and a particularly melodramatic Six Flags country revue.
The first half of Horehound is just weird enough to be utterly mesmerizing, a series of ominous, fuzzed-out psycho-blues riffs that climax in the tremendous Rush-meets-Jay-Z rave-up of ''Treat Me Like Your Mother.'' But creative disintegration floods the record's latter regions with less captivating bump-'n'-grindhouse grooves.
He's taken such an aggressive header into the fluffy clouds of romantic optimism, in fact, that he should have just mailed Van Morrison a couple bucks and called this thing Love, Love & Crazy Love. Get thee behind him, cynicism!
Noble Beast veers off into a cheerily nonspecific world of jangly guitars and meandering melodies that evoke everyone from Okkervil River to Radiohead without ever making an impact of their own.
If you consider Darius Rucker's bajillion-selling voice something of an old friend, Learn to Live is worth a listen. Otherwise? Meh.
For while Chesney can always count on the booze-cruise crowd, the tentative maturity that threads its way through Just Who I Am reveals an artist ready and able to try something deeper. And there’s a lot of us out here who’d happily raise a rum punch to that.