Florida Georgia Line
Written by Felix McTeigue, Chris Tompkins, and Craig Wiseman
A piece of trash so shamelessly awful that it is beyond parody. Beyond comprehension. Almost beyond comment.
To observe that Florida Georgia Line’s work barely qualifies as country music seems pointless, given that it barely qualifies as music in the first place. It’s noise. Loud, irritating, soulless, pandering, patronizing noise. This record is so bad that it should end with an apology and a voucher for time lost that the listener can never get back.
Whoever their audience is, they won’t stick around for long, and hearing this song twenty years from now will bring back mortifying memories of downloading it on release date and jamming to it on the way to whatever final destination will bring the blessing of silence.
Because the only good thing about this song is that it ends, and that I never have to listen to it again.