Meh. Old Crow have become a cult favorites by way of raucous roots revivals that often bulldoze the boundaries of proper content and delivery, but you probably wouldn’t get that just from this record. Sure, the whole thing is blatant sexual innuendos, and that’s pretty amusing the first time or two, but the boys sound like they’re reciting the filth rather than relishing it. There’s still a lot of tight, interesting musicianship on display, of course – check out that winding guitar part in the interludes – but the thrill is gone.
Written by Gill Landry
Buy: Mary’s Kitchen