I don’t want to harp on this point but some of the younger crowd in the Red Dirt scene seems to be losing their originality and individuality. It is albums like this self titled release from Brandon Adams And The Sad Bastards that give me hope for the genre. Brandon Adams, A West Texas native, started making music while attending Texas Tech, stopped and worked for a while as a golf pro eventually returning to Lubbock determined to make his own brand of music and did just that. It may have taken a decade of playing songwriters acoustic showcases but it has paid off in spades.
This one is full of raw pain and downers. I love that it cries out for me to down a bottle of Old Crow and chain smoke in the dark by myself without sounding the least bit whiny. From the opening track’s catchy melding of lost love and scriptural metaphor to the last track winding it down with some slow and simple loneliness this is Essential Listening.