Tyler Childers Drops A Surprise Album Right In Our Fucking Faces And It's As Pure As Federal Cocaine

There's nothing like being a huge fan of an artist and finding out that a surprise album dropped. I've been on Timmy Tyler for a long while. Between him and Colter Wall, they are bringing back aspects of country music that was seemingly lost like a second lieutenant in the woods. 

Now, I will admit that I'm not a huge instrumental song guy unless the one thumbing the stings with an angel's grace is longtime stoolie Yo-Yo Ma. BUT, if you toss in some Send in the Clowns, I am in. 

But, getting back to the country stars of yesteryear, Tyler goes down that dirt road and touches on a political and sociological issue in Long Violent History- the only song on the album with words. It's rare to hear country music folks sing about anything but trivial bullshit. After all, they are like most other mainstream artists just with cowboy hats on. Tyler and Colter are different. Colter tells stories about ranching that make you feel like you are riding a paint horse through the prairies while owning nothing but your name and a bottle of bourbon. Tyler goes a different direction and writes tales about the struggle of growing up and living in Appalachia. Whether he's talking about drug abuse or violence, Tyler does it with a spoon full of sugar that makes the Appalachia go down with a bluegrass-laden ladle. His new song is no different. Enjoy!

It’s the worst that it’s been since the last time it happened, it’s happening again right in front of our eyes there’s updated footage, wild speculation, tall tales and hearsay and absolute lies being passed off as factual when actually the actual causes they’re awkwardly blocking the way keeping us all from enjoying our evening, shoving its roots through the screens in our face. Now what would you get if you heard my opinion conjecturing on matters that I ain’t never dreamed in all my born days, this white boy from Hickman based on the way that the world’s been to me it’s called me belligerent, it’s took me for ignorant but it ain’t never once made me scared just to be could you imagine just constantly worrying kicking and fighting begging to breathe? how many boys could they haul off this mountain shoot full of holes, cuffed and laying in the streets Till we come into town in a stark raving anger looking for answers and armed to the teeth 30-06s and papaw’s old pistol how many, you reckon, would it be? four or five? Or would that be the start of a long violent history of tucking our tails as we tried to abide? Or would that be the start of a long violent history of tucking our tails as we tried to abide? Long Violent History - Tyler Childers