This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Plenty of trendy young bands these days play country, look country and act country.
But Rex Hobart IS country — from the fringes on his buckskin jacket to the broken heart painted on his drummer’s bass skin; from the Bakersfield twang of his emotive voice to the melancholy melodies of his somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs; from the gentle strum of his acoustic to the moan of his pedal steel player’s licks; and from the last-call loneliness of his ballads to the Grand Ole Opry wordplay of lyrics like, “Please make me hate you before you go.” And if that ain’t enough, he even sings a song by his momma. If this is misery, you’ll be glad to keep it company.
