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| Album Rating: B+ |
I love just about everything about living in the South: how the temperature is rarely below 45 degrees, the dresses young and promiscuous ladies wear to sporting events and parties, the way I only get yelled at and belittled if I question the divinity of Sweet Tea and if I forget to eat Jesus's body at Communion, and the way Southerners frequently say words like "daggum," "reckon," and "ain't." Even though the South will always be the unsophisticated, innocent, and wholesome little brother to the supposedly more intellectual and progressive parts of the U.S., the Lenny to their George, there is one thing Southerners do that goes against their normal simple and pure thinking: their reason for being passionate about a particular genre of music or a particular form of art.
