Clichés are clichés for a reason, goes the cliché – as Brent Cobb demonstrates in the title track to his latest LP, a tribute to throwing a cooler in your ride and heading down to a sacred spot to chill. That’s the upshot of countless ham-handed country-radio anthems. But here, carefully-distilled acoustic and steel guitars sparkle, a Hammond B3 sighs over a loping beat and Cobb’s exacting
This article originally appeared on www.rollingstone.com: Review: Brent Cobb’s ‘Providence Canyon’ Is an Earthy, Idiosyncratic Nashville Gem
