The Pink Stones

The Pink Stones have been something of a staple around here for the last few years, a constant comfort for the country clamorers. Hunter and crew have come up alongside Teddy and The Rough Riders as keepers of the flame, able to swap seamlessly between the cosmic and the classic. For their latest, though, they lean decidedly towards the latter, letting the fuzz and quiver of their past few records recede in favor of tear-stained odes for darkened bar jukeboxes. Thank The Lord… It’s The Pink Stones offers up eleven Thursday night dancin’, lone highway, porch and picnic favorites that feel like they may have been in your listening repertoire for years already.

From the solemn sway of “Too Sad,” to the ode to cross country flight, “Real Sad Movies, Big Jet Planes,” the record knows just how to hit ramble in the pocket. Fiddles weep on “If I Can’t Win (With You) before twang takes the wheel, and the album is saturated in Neff’s sun-melted steel. Co-producerd by Henry Barbe (Drive-By Truckers, Deerhunter), the record takes a classic transistor-ready hum and scrubs it up for the fans of Merle and Earl, The Byrds at The Rodeo, and Gram when he was still sitting in the Submarine. It’s an album for the rural wanderers, the white line loners, and the broken-hearted drinkers. Loss and heartbreak always make for a good country song, and Pinkston knows just how to tug at the bolo strings of the heart. We could all use a good sigh some days, and there are dime n’ change chances to breathe deep and dig out the pain on Thank The Lord.

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