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1s forplaying the Travis Tritt right above the Tupac), and you get an impasse.
Nashville wants its women to stay loyal but refuses to pay it forward.
Its her most accomplished and her least traditional body of work to date.
For good measure, Kaceys pop coup comes with a lyric about cowboys and horses.
Slow Burn is the kind of effortless double entendre a songwriter can spend an entire lifetime chasing.
(See also: Die Fun and Late to the Party.)
Musgraves is grounded and well-rounded.
Golden Hours lyrics are crafty, and its sound is quietly progressive.
(Points docked for the Velvet Elvis riffs alarming closeness to Niall HoransSlow Hands.)
