Another Furiously Tight Platter from my beloved Drive-by Truckers. I've only taken a cursory listen, but it doesn't seem to be much of a departure from their usual style. A nice addition to their last couple of albums has been bass player Shonna Tucker's weepy countryesque ballads, which fit in nicely with Cooley and Hood's usual boozey anthems.
Here's "This Fucking Job," which isn't necessarily the best song on the album, but it's representative, and perfectly titled.
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This one's hitting the spot, thanks!
This song was written for me.
Why does it always have to be about you?
Are you suggesting that it could somehow be otherwise?
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