The Singles Jukebox

UK country duo, named like the bro varietal but not…

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Jonathan Bogart: All the hellraising and shitkicking of a lace doily onto which the butler has not spilled a drop of madam’s tea.
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Thomas Inskeep: Strong vocal harmonies, solid production, but a bit lacking in the personality department.
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Brad Shoup: Nothing about the song hints at its English provenance, but there are a couple odd details just the same — the intro and chorus suggest power pop. And then there’s the title: an American act would probably write a whole night-out story from it. But it’s just a stray compliment in the refrain: “life and soul” is the hook. There’s more than a little Linda Ronstadt here.
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Iain Mew: It feels impossible to go wrong with such a dead-on rendering of a classic sound, each pedal steel interjection and backing vocal placed with immaculate precision. It’s just difficult to go very right with it either, when it’s so easy to let the song slip over and when there’s not enough there to hook onto its story and emotion.
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Alfred Soto: I don’t get the chorus: if there’s something about “him” that they can’t put their fingers on, then why put him on the top of the guest list? What if he farts in public? The closely tracked harmonies don’t budge. He belongs.
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Anthony Easton: Reminds me of pre-Red Taylor with more twang, especially in how they open up their vowels. Are we ready for a nostalgia cycle that is less than five years? 
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Madeleine Lee: “Guest List” paints in broad strokes the way an idealized road trip feels, with the sun high in the sky, the open road ahead of you and green and yellow fields moving past. It’s not a specific image nor a personal one, but it’s enough to remind me of the personal and specific memory I have of that feeling, or blank enough for me to project onto, at least, and that’s enough for me to like it.
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