"Songs About Cowgirls," Protein
In fairness, I don't think I'm the target audience for this. Post-punk X-country has always kind of seemed like a gimmick to me, losing the best parts of all the genres it attempts to meld while studiously avoiding the worst parts. It's just a whole lotta nothin' to me.
This CD has some fun crunchy guitar riffs you can bang your hat on if you're so inclined. The opener, "From Mercury To Texas," features the dreaded pointless F-bomb, so I can't play it for my kids, and it's not sophisticated enough for them to listen to when they're teens. The whole album is that kind of a wash. Oh, and I always kind of thought Mercury would be hot. The lyric indicates that the songwriter is freezing. Maybe he's on the dark side of the planet?
The target of the second song, "Lemonade," is people who want the lemonade but don't want the lemons. It's a hopeless muddle. "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade" is good advice, of course, but they've flipped it around so it makes no sense. I mean, we all know people who don't want to work hard to achieve success, but how many people really seek out misfortune in order to have the pleasure of working through it?
There are a couple of lovely alt-country ballads and interesting instrumentals, but the whole thing is pretty much unlistenable to me.
Why I have it: Promo copy bought at a used-CD sale for $1
Status: Curious? Higher tolerance for utterly gratuitous F-bombs than mine? Buy it here.