So so much hate for each and every one of you assholes that failed to scream the name until your throat was raw and bloody.
There are a few mild mentions, buried deep in threads of no note.
Unless you were standing on your desk and screaming "JASON ISBELL" every minute of your life until right fucking now, you are guilty as well.
Holy Fucking Mother of Buddha. This motherfucker writes some of the best lyrics that I've ever tried to wrap my head around.
For the (until now) uninitiated, start with Southeastern. I don't really know what to call his sound. He's not quite "outlaw" country a la Waylon (although he claims quite a party rep). He's not folky enough to be Guthrie/Dylan (even though most of his songs are rural/roots based). It's...Gothic-American-Blues-Americana.
I have been forcing everyone in my familial/friend circle to listen to him anytime I have control over the audio portion of our association. Sample lyrics:
"She said "It's none of my business, but it breaks my heart"; dropped a dozen cheap roses in my shopping cart; made it out to the truck without breaking down; everybody knows you in a speed trap town; It's a Thursday night but there's a high school game; sneak a bottle up the bleachers and forget my name; these 5A bastards ran a shallow-cross; it's a boy's last dream and a man's first loss...."
"There's a man who walks beside me, it's who I used to be; and I wonder if she sees him and confuses him for me; and I wonder who she's pining for on nights I'm not around; could it be the man who did the things I'm living down..."
"Go leave your boots by the bed, we ain't leaving this room; Til someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom; It's cold in this house and I ain't goin out to chop wood; So cover me up...and know you're enough...to use me for good."