Old 97's turn “Let the Whiskey Take the Reins” into the kind of barroom missive that lands hard on first spin. The song feels immediate, brash, and too good to wait on.
Guitars snap with clean twang and a little distortion at the edges, while the rhythm section keeps a brisk, boot-heel pace. The vocal rides above it all with a weary grin, and the whole track hits like neon reflected in a half-empty glass.
On a warm night with the windows down, this one fits the route home, the last call, or the stubborn decision to stay out a little longer. Old 97's make regret sound lively, and that keeps the whole thing humming.
