It wasn’t ideal that the released their debut album during the pandemic, but it garnered praise for its spirited fusion of Americana and southern rock. The first thing you notice about their second album is a glaring issue with its pacing. opens with moseying, mid-tempo nonchalance, and is a strangely dour, piano-heavy paean to the apparently exhilarating experience of touring and performing in a band.
Three songs in, the album finally comes to life with the title track’s muscular blues rock. is a lovelorn ballad led by TJ Lyle’s sonorous voice. Moments later, on , he’s wailing about ‘whisky smiles’ and ‘cocaine eyes’ to a backdrop of beefy riffs.
There’s still plenty of promise, but with the benefit of hindsight this record might have made more sense if the band had figured out exactly where their sound sits. Copywriter, music journalist and drummer. Once fist bumped James Hetfield.
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