So you’re walking into a bar looking to get yourself a nice drink. You walk up to the bartender in the mood to try something new and ask for the best new beer he’s got. He says sure thing and hands you a glass full of supposedly great new beer. You take a drink and immediately spit it out, exclaiming to the barkeep this is just warm tap water. He insists it’s great and flavorful. This is Brett Young and his music in a nutshell and the bartender is Big Machine Records. Young’s first two singles “Sleep Without You” and “In Case You Didn’t Know” bored me out of my mind, so I wasn’t going to be surprised if there were more of these type of songs on his self-titled debut album. But I held out some hope maybe he gives us something interesting. I can say after listening to this album that isn’t the case.
Somehow every song on this album is a snooze fest like the first two singles. I thought Chris Young’s I’m Comin’ Over would be the most boring, toothless album I would ever talk about on Country Perspective. But Brett Young (no relation of course) somehow has managed to deliver a more vanilla album and I wrote an entire rant of how much I’m Comin’ Over bored me. It’s truly amazing how safe this album is and how it stays as far away as possible from anything remotely risky. It’s like Young looked at Chris Young, Brett Eldredge and Martina McBride and challenged himself to make music more boring than those three combined. And I understand why these artists make such bland music. It sells really well and resonates with a lot of people, which I respect your right to choose to listen to this music. But I don’t understand how you can listen to this when almost anything else is more interesting to hear. You’re probably wondering why I’m not breaking down the tracks by now, but there’s absolutely no point when every song sounds the damn same. Each one fails to stand out and makes me wish I was listening to anything else. At least Sam Hunt pisses me off with his music. This music from Young makes me feel nothing.
Brett Young’s self-titled album is something that has happened and exists. I will not remember it and will only listen to it again if I need help falling asleep because sleep aid is this album’s most useful trait. What’s worse is the success of sleepy music like this will only encourage more artists to play it super safe and never take any risks. If people are happy and content with hot dogs, why bother with serving up prime rib? It’s much easier and cheaper. As long as something sells major labels don’t give a flying shit whether it’s good or even interesting. Brett Young’s self-titled album makes for great commerce, but terrible art.
Recommend? – No
Album Highlights: None
Bad Songs: None
Wallpaper: The entirety of this album