It has a banjo. I like banjo.
It has hand claps. I like hand claps.
It has an energetic vocal performance. I like that.
Unfortunately, it also has unabashedly dumb, mind-numbing lyrics that insult the history of the country genre and the intelligence of its fans, shamelessly recycling cliché after cliché right from the opening verse – as if the rest of the world should care about the narrator’s ice cold beer, jacked-up truck, hot country girlfriend, and his musical-whiplash-inducing country-hip-hop mix tape. Feeding on yesterday’s leftovers that were never any good to begin with is something that I do not like at all.
Sorry, Luke, but Zac Brown was right. Thanks for the dignified genre representation, Entertainer of the Year.
Written by Dallas Davidson, Chris DeStefano and Ashley Gorley