There are definite impressions made, are there not? You expect a particular sound on this album, based on what you are presented with on this cover. At least I did. I expected, to be quite specific, redneck rap, another Bubba Sparxxx perhaps, white Southern hip-hop from the hills, that sort of thing.
I did not expect, nor was I emotionally prepared for, pop standards. If you are familiar with Michael MacDonald, former Doobie Brother and AT&T shill, you will have a very good idea of the overall sound of this album: jazzy, free-wheeling, with a saxophone on every single track.
That being said, however, the album is pretty enjoyable. Nicholson's lyrics range from quaint to downright cheesy, and it is not my typical first second or fifth choice of musical styles. But the final track, "Grandma" -- with backing vocals by Big & Rich -- is a special treat.
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