Fools Good Once In The Morning by Dale Thomas: A Raw, Unfiltered Country Kick
Alright, buckle up—this one’s gonna sting a little. Dale Thomas’ Fools Good Once In The Morning is the kind of album that doesn’t ask for your permission to sit down at the table; it just pulls up a chair and starts talking. Released under Wahoo Records, this US-born folk-country gem hits like an old truck on a dirt road—dusty, loud, and unapologetically real.
Let’s dive straight into "Fool's Good," because holy crap, this track grabs you by the collar from the first note. It’s got that raw twangy guitar riff that feels like someone just handed you a cold beer after a hard day’s work. The lyrics? Damn near poetic but without all the frills. This ain’t some polished Nashville radio hit—it’s gritty, honest, and messy in all the right ways. You can practically smell the sawdust and whiskey through your speakers. There’s something about how Dale spits out those words—you know he means every damn syllable. He ain’t here to impress anyone; he’s here to tell you what living feels like when nobody’s watching.
Then there’s “Once In The Morning,” which sneaks up on you like a hangover you didn’t see coming. At first, it seems soft, almost too gentle compared to the punch of “Fool’s Good.” But as the song builds, you realize it’s not soft—it’s steady. Like rain tapping on a tin roof or boots crunching gravel, it stays with you long after it ends. The melody loops around your brain like smoke rings, refusing to let go. By the time the last chord fades, you’re left sitting there thinking, “Wait…what just happened?” That’s the mark of good storytelling wrapped in three minutes of pure country soul.
Now, let’s get real for a second. This isn’t perfect music—not even close. Some parts feel rough around the edges, like they could’ve used another take or two. But honestly? That’s kinda why I love it. Too many albums these days are so slick they lose their teeth. Not Dale Thomas. He bites back, and sometimes it hurts—but hey, pain makes ya feel alive, right?
Here’s the kicker though: listening to this record made me miss people I haven’t even met yet. Weird, huh? Like, I found myself picturing faces in dusty roadside diners or leaning against pickup trucks outside gas stations. Maybe that’s the magic of Dale’s songs—they don’t just play; they paint pictures you didn’t know you needed to see.
So yeah, if you’re looking for shiny production values or overproduced vocals, keep scrolling. But if you want something real, something that kicks you square in the chest and reminds you we’re all just fools chasing mornings, then grab yourself a copy of Fools Good Once In The Morning. Just don’t blame me when it ruins your playlist forever.
