At this point we’ll settle for a grope in the sewing room.
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Thomas Inskeep: Brooks & Dunn times Blake Shelton, and cut from a very similar cloth as Luke Bryan’s 2011 “I Don’t Want This Night To End.” Only not as good. But not bad.
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Josh Langhoff: I hate the opening guitars; they sound like the terrible Britrock that plays during ads at our local movie theater. Fortunately the song’s about two-thirds chorus, and the chorus’s words march headlong into one another, contrasting straight crotchets with a syncopation every fourth bar. This sonic momentum might be satisfying even if you didn’t speak English. I’m not saying that’d be an advantage with Houser; that’d be too easy, and anyway, I like the image of all those lips and limbs piling up.
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Alfred Soto: A baritone like Jerrod Niemann’s without the song. How often does interest end after forty seconds? It started with a goodbye dis.
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Anthony Easton: I continue to await for a country truckfuck track that actually features fucking. It might start with a goodnight kiss, but really I hope for Houser’s lover, that it ends with something more than awkward fumbling.
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Katherine St Asaph: I am tired of the same bland country songs where the same bland dude sells the same anonymous girl on the bizarre outside possibility of making out in trucks at night, reassuring her like he thinks she’s never done it. At least this one’s got pretty restrained verses, though they soon go the way of the big predictable Southern-rock chorus and a chord progression subtle as an arm over her seat.
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Brad Shoup: U2 has so much to answer for.
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Scott Mildenhall: It’s slightly disconcerting to think that Randy Houser probably considers this consistently creepy monologue to be sweet.
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Megan Harrington: Listen, I know Randy’s just being creative here, but let me gently suggest that if a guy I was dating drove me out to the middle of nowhere and told me that he was going to call all my friends and let them know I wouldn’t be meeting up with them later, and said he didn’t want to wait anymore — I’d be weaponizing my body and writing my own “Brave, Heroic, Briefly Superhumanly Strong Woman Escapes Rape, Murder” headlines. This is an example of how awry things go when grown ass men write horny teenaged love songs. If you’re mostly trying to find a new way to express age old desires, they’re bound to come out sounding creepy and weird.
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