Corey Smith, a new face in "Modern Country," should crawl back into whatever dank, whiskey scented hole from which he crept and leave the country music industry with what little dignity it has. His album, "Outtakes from a Georgia Theatre," is a 17 track piece of gag reflex-triggering garbage that features Smith's forgettable voice, only complemented by his cliche lyrics. With songs such as "Let me love you on a back road" and "F--- the Po-Po," Smith managed to take what little potential the album had and wedge it squarely into whichever hole-in-the-wall bar toilet bowl his U of Georgia 'Dawgs fans were vomiting their Pabst into. "Let me love you on a back road" could have been a slightly worse version of Nickelback's "Animals" (I know, I know, hard to imagine, right?), and "F-- the Po-po was a horrifying hybrid of rap and country.
This man, who defames the names of Nirvana and Lynyrd Skynyrd by calling them his influences, assaults the ears with "Outtakes from a Georgia Theatre" and promises to do no better in "Keeping up with the Joneses," an album which is probably the most unoriginally named CD since whichever band most recently named their album after a color.
Corey Smith, you call all of your listeners your friends, so please let us have an intervention for you. You need to abusing music like this. Just go away.
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