Caitlin Rose’s voice is so damn authentic that it makes me feel like I need to look up “authentic” in a thesaurus to get more words to describe her sound, but that in itself doesn’t seem very authentic.
Now, the word “country” has devolved into a seven headed beast serving primarily for fodder for drunken arguments from die hard fans just as “punk” and “metal” have, with people calling each other out for who’s country, who ain’t, and who’s a closet case clad in Ed Hardy exploiting stereotypical rural American values tantamount to a blackfaced minstrel show while bouncing around singing about some non-existent, vaguely Southern sounding alcoholic beverage that only exists in a record executives head, and admittedly, I’ve stoke those flames as much as anyone.
So, what is country? Country is doing an interview about your music career during a smoke break from your job at Bobby’s Dairy Dip and not taking the apron off. That’s fucking country.
You can download her last album from bandcamp above or if your more comfortable with itunes, you can get it here.