“They don’t make seven-minute doomed-teen-lover melodramas like the Kings of Leon’s "Knocked Up" anymore. This is the Tennessee band’s big album-opening saga, building from quiet to loud with guitar licks that sound like the Edge fried in okra, with ominous thunderclap drumrolls. Caleb Followill chokes on his story: He and his cowgirl are gonna have […]”
“Former Southern Strokes aim to become the Southern U2 on this, their third album.”
