The best song - "No Can Left Behind" - comes late. Swindell and Strait have pretty much nothing in common musically. And Swindell gets docked points for name checking George Strait.
Swindell follows suit of many of his country contemporaries with doctored vocals ("Party Wasn't Over," written with the Florida Georgia Line boys and Canaan Smith), thick drum beats and programming. On the ballad "Broke Down," it's an old Tim McGraw song that does him in while driving his Chevy truck with the worthy lyric "Baby I'm broke down and it ain't the truck this time." This time, though, Swindell's ready to give up the hard stuff: "Cause I'm sitting here knowing what its gonna take to fix me/It ain't a bar, ain't the beer, it ain't the whiskey." Life's apparently been tough for Swindell. The single "Middle of a Memory" echoes some of the ideas of the opening "Flatliner," a girl melting his heart on the dance floor after but one minute into their first dance. Song after song is filled with anonymous caricatures of women lusted after ("Home Game," about stealing kisses under the bleachers of the Friday Night lights, is an exception), good time lyrics and typically a good chunk of heartache. Like the "seven-seven" mentioned in the lyrics (Swindell remains big on alcohol this time around as well with nearly all containing at least some reference to drinking), the songs go down easy, but they don't cut all that much beyond the usual light emotions of wanting the girl. Stopping me in my boots/What's a country boy to do, but say/Uh uh"). Not with songs like "Party Wasn't Over" or the opener with Dierks Bentley aboard on "Flatliner" ("Dang, girl, look at you If looking for Swindell to go deep, don't. Good ole Georgia boy Cole Swindell, whose debut yielded three chart toppers, doesn't suffer from the soph slump here, but that's mainly because Swindell doesn't stray all that far from the formula that yielded "Hey Y'all" and "Chillin' It" and "Hope You Get Lonely Tonight."
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