He gives me the distinct feeling that he’s no more interested in a deep, committed relationship than his money-grubbing partner is, and that the attraction from his perspective is purely physical (which makes him completely unsympathetic and uninteresting as a character). The major issue is that he plays the song so straight with his tone that it’s really hard to tell whether or not he’s being serious about the whole situation (and if he isn’t, he doesn’t sound like he having any fun with the story). The song traps him almost exclusively in his lower register, but he sounds comfortable enough there to keep the song moving, which is more than I can say for his flow (those “ooh-oohs” on the bridge fall somewhere between choppy and cringeworthy).
Similarly, Lay’s performance here suggests that he’s not ready for primetime just yet. The mismatch between the sound and subject matter leaves the listener completely confused as to what the song is supposed to be, and while it’s a catchy mix in a vacuum, it feels like empty sonic calories when attached to this track. This is supposed to be a fun, lighthearted song in a similar vein t0 Trace Adkins’s “Marry For Money,” but for some reason the producer tried to turn in into a foreboding sex jam closer to Aaron Watson’s “Run Wild Horses” (as much as I loved that song, it only made it to #33 on the radio, so why the heck do so many people try to copy it?). The surprise is that the arrangement actually does a decent job creating a ominous-yet-raunchy atmosphere for the song, but what’s not a surprise is that is clashes badly with the transactional, tongue-in-cheek nature of the narrator’s relationship. It tries to establish a dark, dangerous mood early on, using exclusively minor chords and leaning on deep-throated guitars and low-fi drums for the majority of the track (there’s a brief snap/clap track appearance, but if you blink you’ll miss it). The production isn’t a terrible mix on its own merits, but it doesn’t feel like a great fit for this particular song. Now, Lay is changing up his formula and hoping the third time is the charm with his new single “For My Money.” The song is a mess of contradictions whose pieces don’t fit together quite right, and only confirms the prosecution’s claims that Lay simply doesn’t deserve a spot on the airwaves right now.
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His weaksauce argument has fallen on deaf ears so far, as neither the generic “Speakers, Bleachers And Preachers” nor the unimaginative “Yada Yada Yada” could crack the Top 40 on Billboard’s airplay chart. When the ad after the video is more fun than your song, you’ve got a problem.īrandon Lay is just another faceless young male singer off Nashville’s assembly line, but he’s been trying to convince the world for the better part of two years to save a space for him in country music.
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