Florida Georgia Line
Written by busbee, Nate Cyphert, and William Wilk Larsen
A baffling mix of romanticism and religious imagery, Florida Georgia Line’s attempt at respectable music only puts their musical incompetence into sharper relief.
Little more than a Curtis Stigers throwaway, “H.O.L.Y.” (“High On Loving You”) is adult contemporary drivel, the equivalent of those “serious ballads” that teenybopper acts like New Kids on the Block and Color Me Badd used to show they’d grown up, but only ended up as signals that their careers were ending because their audiences were outgrowing them.
Florida Georgia Line has been responsible for more epically bad music than any successful act in country music history, so I understand the temptation to see forgettably bland as an improvement.
It’s not. The only improvement Florida Georgia Line is capable of is complete silence, and it can’t come soon enough.