Batmama's Fried With "Crisco"
Oct 5
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October 5th, 2026
My takes on most modern music: majority high-hat repetitious gangsta rap is only the soundtrack to a shitty mood. Second, I can sum up the hybridization of "country-rap" with the verbally economic "crap". In bygone decades I was a record store snob said sans shame because the blissfulness of 1990's pop culture validated it before the tacky 2000s and hopefully roasting-as-I-write Jerry Springer demolished all things good and holy.
Locked down alone with a candy sampler of 1200 flavors of dudes I've busted the hinges off the tolerance centers of my brain and entertainment. Music especially, where I listen to the most eclectic and robust assortment of my life bettered for discoveries its allotted.
That said, spying an article in the AP feed on "Disco-Country" defining Miranda Lamberts new LP "Crisco" curiously I clenched all 4 cheeks but hit the samples. Scratch a begrudging "not bad" nor hate-listen I limited to the two, no Sir. What I found was a hot little mama labeling her bad-assed broccoli-bake "pizza-casserole" buried beneath mountainous Mozzarella. What it is? Glorious, real, beautiful, overdue 1970's retro-billy. If the brats need some sexy tag to buy it, cool. Don't rob yourself, though. Let's have this Honky-Tonk Angel close the pitch:
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