Nothing "NEW" here.
D. Elliott | 08/18/2010
(3 out of 5 stars)
"You hope that an artist can continue to devolepe and grow. And put out better quality material than on the cd before. Trace has not done that with this effort. There are a few songs that may be a bit catchy. But, he falls short making this cd more interesting than the last. The true fans may like it but, I lost interest in it after one listen through."
Raucous, rowdy modern country novelty songs
Joe Sixpack -- Slipcue.com | ...in Middle America | 08/17/2010
(4 out of 5 stars)
"Trace Adkins
"Cowboy's Back In Town"
(Universal/Show Dog, 2010)
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A robust, macho set, recorded for Toby Keith's Show Dog record label... The production is big, loud, full of Southern Rock guitars and thumping drums and crushing downbeats... It's also pretty high tech and a little gimmicky in some parts, hinting at the Big & Rich school of country-rock crossover. More than anything, though, this album is marked by Trace Adkins -- an artist I admire -- sounding an awful lot like his host, Toby Keith, both in the macho-novelty repertoire and the snarling, bearlike delivery. Of course, Adkins, who stands about six-foot-seventy, is an imposing, macho figure in his own right, but his individual artistic voice seems lost in this barrage of mega-manliness, particularly his ability to drive home weepers and ballads.
Still, there's some funny stuff here, and this album is sure to be a crowd-pleaser, especially for all them beer-drinkin', girl-chasin', red-blooded manly-men who love cranking their Top Forty country up as loud as they can. There's the album's opener, "Brown Chicken Brown Cow" (about two farmhands who are so busy getting busy that no work is getting done in the barn... ) or the humorous "Hold My Beer," about a good ol' boy who can barely put his brewsky down long enough to kiss the bride. And "Ala-Freakin-Bama," where a cutoff-clad Alabama hottie meets a Skynyrd-friendly Bubba, or "Hell, I Can Do That," where Bubba is watching TV and thinkin', heck that Nascar stuff doesn't look so hard... In short, this is a brash, novelty oriented album that sells Trace short as a balladeer, but has some pretty amusing songs. I mean, who can resist a tune like "Whoop A Man's Ass," where Adkins explains the manly etiquette of smackdowns and ass-kicking? Again, very Toby-esque, but also pretty funny. If you're in the market for some rough-and-tumble, guitar-heavy, modern macho, manly country, then this disc is for you, buddy. Pass me another cold one. (DJ Joe Sixpack, Slipcue Guide To Country Music)"