You're Really Bugging Me Now
If you like romantic ballads, lush string arrangements, and heartfelt lyrics of undying love to whisper to your soulmate - whatever that is - then this album ain't for you. Run to the nearest Starbucks, order a latte/mocha/frappa-whatever drink, contemplate your carbon footprint for the day, put on a Celine Dion CD and go to your happy place. Everything is okay. On the other hand, if you like plain yellow mustard, any kind of meat as long as it's barbecued, sweet tea, and you drag yourself to church on Sunday morning no matter how late you were up on Saturday night just because you told mom that you would, then you're our kind of people. Hard charging country, piano-pumping boogie-woogie and rock-n-roll with some gospel thrown in because it's the right thing to do. Blues you can use. Not a love ballad to be had. Lyrics about life here on earth, not some alternate universe of gumdrops, puppy dog tails, and cartoon birds cleaning your house and braiding your hair. Spend a few of your hard-earned shekels and pick up this record. You'll thank us later.