Sam Kriss

In defence of country-pop

It’s music from a J.G. Ballard nightmare – a cyberpunk world of machine sexuality and sadism

Bro-country was never about the girl, and always about the truck: Brad Paisley in Nashville in 2001. Credit: Marc Morrison / Redux / Eyevine

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