Just one more? Surely there’s always room for another…
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Anthony Easton: This is the line where clever turns into stupid.
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Katherine St Asaph: Jerrod Niemann is clearly a fan of Jasmin Tabatabai. He’s also clearly from the 19th century, tired of all those damn brindisis and compelled to censor “laid.” He is also probably sober.
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Brad Shoup: One of my critical liabilities is my weakness for live-party songs, an essentially fictional genre of music featuring a bunch of “friends” raucously singing along in-studio. Beach Boys’ Party! is probably the most famous approach, but I swoon for tracks like Bowling for Soup’s “Ohio (Come Back to Texas)” and the Tremeloes’ immortal take on “Here Comes My Baby”. All that to say Jerrod Niemann fucks up the heritage by drowning out his accompaniment. “Oh, now you want to sing along,” he chuckles, but it’s too late: the crowd’s turn is shunted to the end and quickly faded out. The tune itself is a masterfully-recorded country shuffle, way too smooth for a pure drinking tune. Points added for Niemann’s drink of choice, the Daytona Wet T-Shirt Mixer. Those same points negated by the hair-metal-style self-censorship.
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Ian Mathers: Does what it says on the tin, I guess, but if drinking is this boring, you’re doing it wrong (he won’t even sing “trying to get laid,” for fuck’s sake!). The rhyme scheme and level of content is reminding me of a bro-ier Jack Johnson, which is never a good association to have.
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Alfred Soto: Not as sharp as the other excellent drinkin’ and partyin’ songs on Judge Jerrod & the Hung Jury one of 2010’s best country albums, or even as funny-warm as Toby Keith’s (many) excellent contributions, but the acoustic snaps, bed of piano and liquid guitar fills, and the way you can hear Niemann smiling through the drawl put it over. Meta should strive to be this casual.
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Josh Love: Niemann doesn’t work very hard here, which is sorta the point I guess. Just easygoing vibes and a good strong buzz. A pleasantly sloshed Jimmy Buffett nods his approval.
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Sally O’Rourke: Jerrod Niemann just wants to fill the world with silly drinkin’ songs, and what’s wrong with that? Nothing at all, except Jerrod’s the dullest drinking buddy to ever frequent Applebee’s at happy hour. He’s kind of guy who keeps shouting how drunk he’s going to get while nursing his lone Coors Light, who coyly self-censors the words “sex” and “laid” while snickering over the “hung” pun in his album title, who likes that Jimmy Buffett fella but wishes his songs weren’t so dang catchy. Country music’s supposed to be beer for breakfast and a shot of Jack for the road. “One More Drinkin’ Song” is some sugary 20-proof cocktail that has açaí berries in it or something — just one, bartender, don’t want to get too crazy.
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Zach Lyon: This is the perfect song for the moment in a night of drinking when you start to nod off. When the disembodied voices start singing along at the end, it sounds like television commercials that try to build up their subpar product by giving us scenes of people GEEKING OUT over them. This Swiffer Wet Jet saved my life!
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