Nothing remotely this exciting happens in the song…

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Anthony Easton: I really don’t like Jimmy Buffett, but was surprised at how angry and adroit his single about the recent economic scandal (“A Lot to Drink About”) was — it was easy jokes; but easy jokes done by the yuppie libertine about class meant something. And i really love the musical skills of the Zac Brown Band, but this isn’t even low key, by the numbers and sort of insulting. Though it will be a monster hit.
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Alfred Soto: Promoting the virtues of indolence since the Ford administration and a multimedia empire since Clinton’s, Jimmy Buffett has a couple of things to show Zac Brown and the rest of us. Brown luckily reminds the old bum about fingerpicked guitar.
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Jonathan Bogart: Not that the Zac Brown Band had far to fall, but working with Jimmy Buffett — the Grand Old Man of low-ambition good times, not to mention Volvo colonialism — seals my low opinion. Shame the tune’s so damn catchy.
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Michaela Drapes: Buffett seems more chill than usual here; there’s almost a quiet glint of resignation in his voice as he serves up his flat verse. Come to think of it, this is less Zac Brown goes Parrothead and more Zac Brown goes Colbie Caillat. Instead of successfully extolling the virtues of getting away from it all, it’s pretty vapid and uninspired. Usually I’d be hip to having a Corona or two on the beach in Mexico with these guys, but not if this song is the soundtrack.
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Katherine St Asaph: Zac Brown makes an OK Brophelia, but he’s too chill in his placeless chilly water to make his guitars or voice do more than trip the light “Lazy Song.” At least he’s self-aware as he doesn’t care.
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Brad Shoup: I fell halfway hard for Jimmy Buffett in the last 18 months. Even if the songs weren’t great — and they totally are — he’s a hustler’s hustler, so respect. So now it’s Zac Brown’s turn to graft El Buffett onto his summer single. I like Brown; he’s got Chad Kroeger’s gift for cadence, which results in an interchangeable series of songs that, respectively, put you in a lakegoing mood and make you inform your Facebook acquaintances of your upcoming MMA match. Eminently singable pop-reggae.
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Ian Mathers: A marriage made in the deepest pits of my own personal hell, and somehow more painful than I expected.
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