Nee Lewman
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On my third pass of the new album. There’s no reason beyond “only making five records” that this couldn’t have been a Sturgill album. It’s slick but it’s still him. He wails. He talks about the struggles of being famous and being a dad and just wanting to be a normal guy. It’s got an 80s Waylon (ironically Milsap, too) vibe.Wonder how folks that hate Father John Misty but enjoy Sturgill will feel about Johnny Blue Skies?