Every few years the sonic universe calls for a new ode to Summer in the U.S.A., and most of the time they completely suck balls. Case in point is the horrible 2008 Kid Rock track “All Summer Long” which not only forever tarnished any street cred “Werewolves of London” had, but also brought the most played out Lyrnyrd Skynyrd track of all time “Sweet Nuts Alabama” back into the passionate wailings of meth-head cougars in shitty dive bars. Let alone the classic line Sir Kid engrained in rock history – “We were trying different things and we were smoking crazy things” – whoa, heavy shit. But dear Lord, people seem to friggin’ loooove that song. Anywho, thank Geebus that the Nashville brothers in JEFF the Brotherhood decided it was time for the South to rise again.
Behold unto you – “Sixpack”. Pretty fucking simple idea: some cold beers, a few joints, and you and your pals just floating down the river. If you have yet to understand the beauty and the magic of such missions, then you my friend are letting the terrorists win. I’ve given JtheB a few chances in the past couple years, and nothing of theirs has really clicked with me. I’ve always dug their raw rock vibe for sure, but didn’t think I’d ever really heard them write a good song. Good for them for embracing the lyrical pop side of things a little bit and just writing a non-ironic tune that they don’t care whether people think sounds too simple or not. It’s like they’ve traded in their Motorhead albums for some Pavement vinyl, and the result is totally something you might be able to use to proudly lure your redneck, beer loving, proud American friends into the indie-rock world.