Articles by Kevin John Coyne

It’s hard to dislike any record that open with a mandolin.     It’s damn near impossible to not enjoy a sincere and credible exploration of working-class frustration.     A vocal group needs great songs to distinguish them

This is the kind of faceless vocal group radio fodder that has been present ever since Alabama spent the early eighties as the big dogs, the equivalent of the faceless hat act radio fodder that’s

Danielle Peck, “Bad For Me” As with her previous singles, I just can’t shake the feeling that I’ve heard it all before.  Peck has a decent voice, and she does her best to sell this

Billy Ray’s quite aware that his daughter’s huge success provides him an opportunity to restart his own musical career.   He’s crafted a single that could be heard to his country audience as a plea

Building an entire song around trying to get a girl to show you her tattoo?   It wasn’t a great conceit for a song when Gibson/Miller Band did it more than a decade ago, and it

He was one of the better B-list singers of the mid-nineties, so it’s no surprise that Herndon gives a passionate performance here.   The song itself, however, is so filled with cliches and lines heard a