A relationship that might need some fixin’…
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Patrick St. Michel: Everybody needs a summer jam, including the folks who make, distribute or indulge in moonshine. Enter Florida Georgie Line with a more-than-serviceable ode to hooch, one that’s clever enough to appeal to Moonshiners superfans and folks who just want something to hum while driving down the interstate this summer.
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Alfred Soto: At least a minute too long and a decade too late.
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Brad Shoup: Either Florida or Georgia is trying his best Tim McGraw in that first verse. I know what the title’s about, but I like how spangly the lyrics are: sparkles and lights and rhinestones. Even the banjo gets refractory! The chorus most definitely does not shine, though. Instead, it becomes an ambulance wail, gleefully yawing between two awful notes. A sure party slaughter.
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Iain Mew: I didn’t realise that country could ever sound quite so ’90s Brit-rock in its excess, but the chorus here is just the right (wrong) kind of nauseatingly bloated. Mostly Reef, but I can also almost hear the title phrase sung as “shiiii-yine”, Liam Gallagher style
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Anthony Easton: Finally, a song about fucking that doesn’t feature the back of a pickup truck (though who knows what happens in the back of that Silverado). I love how he calls to his lover, the demand of it — it seems like pretty low-key pleasure, not some huge scandal — so it’s one of the better examples in a genre with significantly diminishing returns.
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Ian Mathers: Nothing about these guys makes it seem like they’d be safe people to drink moonshine around.
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Edward Okulicz: This song is too sluggish and Tyler Hubbard’s voice is annoying, but it’s not so bad that I didn’t watch the video like ten times to gaze at Brian Kelley looking adorbs in that blue raglan top. So that must count for something. The chorus makes good use of the easy-rhyming facility of “shine on” but the melody is a dog. There’s no horniness, no abandon, no actual shine.
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