Friday, May 29th, 2020

Breland ft. Sam Hunt – My Truck (Remix)

Coming soon to Channel 5


David Moore: I’ve been tracking post-“Old Town Road” hybrids and they generally range from “not as good as ‘Old Town Road'” to whatever this is. This one is interesting because, despite going the Lil Nas X route of getting a bonafide country radio ringer to do the Trojan-horsing and/or blessing, it sounds like it just as easily could have come from the other direction. Or hell, maybe not — turns out things can change a lot in a year!

Steacy Easton: Sneakily well-written, and on the right edge of good-dumb, as opposed to dumb-dumb, this snuck up on me, moving the needle from pure contempt to genuine love. I know the commercial reasons why Hunt is involved in this — for both parties, but I am not convinced that he adds much. 

Katie Gill: This is such a perfect combination? While Billy Ray’s inclusion on “Old Town Road” was mostly because why not include a joke singer on a joke song, Sam Hunt is one of the closest things white boy country music has to a rapper. Hell, the song that made him famous was more rap (or at least spoken word) than country. And granted, this is also 100% a joke song. There’s nothing serious in the DNA of “My Truck,” it is just goofball through and through. But it’s a remarkably well put together and annoyingly catchy goofball song that I’m sure will get these men plenty of money when Ford inevitably plays it behind a F-150 ad, awkwardly leaving out the “smoke my blunt” verse in the process.

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: Yes, these lyrics are vapid. That “skrrt” hook, though — the way it subverts genre, the way it dovetails with Sam Hunt’s falsetto, the way it inexplicably recalls the best of Niska, the way it feels like someone hypnotically twirling their finger in my hair — it makes me wanna be that truck. 

Leah Isobel: Sam Hunt sounds great and his inclusion is a fun flex, but something about his contrasting approach doesn’t quite gel. Where Breland’s original track is loose and goofy, Hunt’s brawny vocal presence takes up all the space in the room on the remix. This is probably a [6], but a younger me listening to country in my dad’s, ahem, truck would’ve loved it, so… 

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Back when I spent too much time on Tumblr, one of the small pieces of etiquette followed by certain users was the so-called “laugh rule” — if something makes you laugh (like, really makes you laugh), you reblog it. It eliminates all the second-guessing and curation that any social media platform brooks, cutting it down to a base impulse. Is it funny, or not? “My Truck” passes the laugh rule with exceeding power and skill. While “Old Town Road” — very obviously the thing to compare it to — vaguely gestured at the seriousness of Western outlaws and the cowboy mythos, “My Truck” is much more modern in its country trap pastiche. It is not so glorious, which leaves it more room to get comfy in its twang. Sam Hunt helps a lot (which makes sense, because Sam Hunt songs are all half of the way to this anyways), elevating an original that felt more like a funny phrase than a song into something deeply weird and compelling. Against Hunt’s gruffly charming sing-talk, Breland’s ad-libs and falsettos become beautiful irritants and counterpoints. It’s kind of beautiful for a song where Sam Hunt shouts out Bone Thugs.

Alfred Soto: Breland couldn’t have chosen a better partner than Sam Hunt, master of ecumenical cross-platform crossovers. Every country would-be hit with a trap beat will earn “Old Town Road” comparisons, and “My Truck” is slighter, but listen: in a month when we learn Ahmaud Arbery can’t jog down a street or check out a home under construction, I’ll take this proud what’s-mine-is-mine declaration.

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