Anthony Easton: I would like to point out publicly that I would like to be Josh Turner’s girl.
Michaelangelo Matos: A sex song as a beach song; cute. “Coppertone 45” and “sycamore tree” is the closest we get to writerly detail, and good: the tune is too bouncy to support much more. I would not mind this becoming my summer jam.
Jonathan Bogart: Despite its classic-rock gestures over the past twenty years, modern country remains for the most part devoutly unfunky. This seems to be a rare exception, setting up a New Orleans R&B shuffle and even allowing for some syncopation in the percussion. Turner’s good-natured baritone rumbles out some unexciting lyrics, but the invocation of good times is clear enough in the music. A Mac Davis for the twenty-tens, then.
Chuck Eddy: Bassline recalls “Long Tall Glasses (I Can Dance)” by Leo Sayer, words about pouring her love all over him recall “”Pour Some Sugar On Me” and several Ohio Players LP covers, and I like the piano bar opening and whenever his voice goes all basso profundo. All in all, an easy groove.
Doug Robertson: Never before has an amazing summer day out by the river, overflowing with promises of good times and all the fun and games with the love of your life that you could hope for, been described with such little enthusiasm. If this was being sung from the girl’s point of view then I could fully understand the dread and depression that weighs down this tune, but if you can’t even get pleasure out of what sounds like a pretty damned good weekend, then you might as well just give up now as everything else life has to offer is just going to really disappoint you.
Martin Skidmore: I like his voice when it stays deep, but he does sing the odd line in a higher register, and he sounds anonymous then. The song is inconsequential and hackneyed, and the music stays medium-paced and uninteresting.
Alfred Soto: His baritone suggests he’s serious about cracking lame jokes and serious about seriously wanting to fuck the shit out of the barefoot gal with the hair down. Not serious enough to commission a song worthy of his lust and attention though.