I would like to know who is responsible for trying to turn Billy Currington into a lounge singer. The man is blessed with a rich, expressive voice that can easily deliver pure country songs, and here he is, singing against a sonic back
drop that would make Terri Gibbs sound right at home.
Listening to “Don't”, I hear two distinct things going on at the same time. Up front, a powerful vocalist is singing his heart out, and behind him, there's a studio full of recording professionals who couldn't care less. He deserves better than this.