Yes, it would’ve made sense to post “Hangover” last. I know, I KNOW…
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Megan Harrington: Ah kiddo, follow me on down to Mayberry where ol’ Otis has a snoot full an’ it’s only noon!
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Patrick St. Michel: Keep your day-camp whistle sessions away from my summer drinking sessions.
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Anthony Easton: It’s 29 above and my friend Wendy is in town staying with me. Quebec has had a recent string of local and very good gin distilleries lately. Like a good WASP, she starts at 5, and because she owns the condo, I try not to indulge until she’s home. But, sometimes I slip. I also approve of clandestine park drinking, which most people in Montreal tend to do near the canal here. I think I called it a post-queer Dejeuner D’Herbe of all-consuming pulchritude last Sunday. I mostly wanted to say I like summer, I like flesh, I like drinking, and this song reminds me of all those things I like. Extra point for the whistle.
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Brad Shoup: It sounds like too much sunlight: big cheery sounds that’ll blind you if you don’t keep ’em over your shoulder. They’ve got another classic chorus and barely an idea what to do with it — that count-in’s sure a weird choice, but the drum twiddle isn’t any brighter. But y’all know it’s best to make the bad choices early.
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Thomas Inskeep: No hidden agendas here — the 2 men and 2 women of LBT just want you to join ’em for some afternoon cocktails (or beers, if ya like). It’s catchy and well-sung and perfect for the season (in the northern hemisphere, at least), and it has marching-band percussion on it, so there’s really nothing not to like. Sometimes I want filet mignon and sometimes I want a corn dog, and this is a tasty corn dog.
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Alfred Soto: Their Miranda Lambert collaboration darkened those summer afternoons of smokin’ and drinkin’ with electric pianos, cirrus cloud synths, and Lambert’s huskened delivery; this is the morning when it starts and everyone hasn’t gotten on each other’s nerves yet, which means tolerating the stupid whistle hook.
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