Thursday, March 04, 2010
Review: Easton Corbin
Easton Corbin- "I'm a Little More Country Than That" (YouTube video)
Nashville's major labels don't release "product" until every last detail has been carefully considered by focus groups and marketing consultants. That's why country music album covers are so revealing. The art featured on the self-titled debut by Easton Corbin is no exception.
The aspiring country star is seen wearing jeans and a gimme cap as he plays guitar on a porch for a dog. Those are positive indicators of the album's contents. The bad news is that the wicker-laden porch is immaculate and the pooch looks like it's never been within five miles of a pheasant. Needless to say, empty bottles and rusty trucks aren't in the picture.
The manicured image projected by Corbin's handlers, however, shouldn't dissuade fans of Alan Jackson and George Strait. Corbin follows the same amiable traditional country path. And the kid is a natural. When I first heard him deliver the atrocious line "I'll hold onto those precious moments like pieces of gold," I actually teared up.
"Leavin' A Lonely Town," a song worthy of Steve Earle's Guitar Town or John Mellencamp's Scarecrow, makes up for a few of the album's cliches. I strongly object, for instance, to Corbin's two contributions to the annoying trend of country songs about beaches.
I hope Corbin works such Kenny Chesney-isms out of his system. If he's able to quit following fashion, Corbin has a solid chance at becoming a legacy artist.
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