Shane Owens’ Where I’m Comin’ From – A Country Kick in the Pants
Alright, let’s get this straight: Shane Owens isn’t here to mess around. His 2016 album Where I’m Comin’ From is a no-nonsense dive into raw country vibes with enough twang and grit to make your boots stomp and your heart ache. Released under Amerimonte Records, this sucker screams “Country Never Goes Out of Style,” which—funny enough—is also one of the standout tracks.
First off, let’s talk about “Chicken Truck (feat. John Anderson).” Oh man, this track hits like a freight train full of attitude. The lyrics are simple but sharp as hell, painting a picture of life on the backroads where chicken trucks rule the highway. It’s not just some hokey ode to rural living—it’s real, dirty, and unapologetic. You can practically smell the feathers flying off the tailgate while Owens growls through the verses. And then there’s John Anderson jumping in like the seasoned outlaw he is, adding that extra layer of badassery. This ain’t your grandma’s country tune; it’s more like your rowdy uncle showing up drunk at a family BBQ. Love it or hate it, you won’t forget it.
Then there’s “God And The Ground She Walked On.” Whoa. If you’ve ever lost someone who meant everything to you, this song will gut-punch you right in the feels. Owens sings it like he lived every word, his voice cracking just enough to make it feel honest—not polished, not perfect, just pure emotion. The melody builds slow, almost haunting, before hitting you with lines so heavy they might leave scars. By the time the chorus rolls around, you’re either crying in your beer or reaching for another round because damn if it doesn’t hit home hard.
Now, don’t get me wrong—this album ain’t flawless. Some tracks repeat themselves (like “Where I’m Comin’ From” showing up twice), and yeah, a couple songs blend together after a few listens. But honestly? That’s part of its charm. It’s messy, rough around the edges, and totally unafraid to wear its heart on its sleeve. In a world full of overproduced pop-country garbage, Owens brings it back to basics. No glitter, no gimmicks—just good ol’ fashioned storytelling backed by steel guitars and a whole lotta soul.
And here’s the kicker: listening to this album feels like sitting down with an old friend who tells wild stories, drinks too much coffee, and occasionally swears when things get heated. It’s human. Flawed. Real. So if you’re looking for something shiny and polished, keep scrolling. But if you want music that punches you in the gut and leaves you smiling through the pain, Where I’m Comin’ From is worth every second.
Oh, and one last thing—don’t ask me why, but halfway through writing this review, I started craving fried chicken. Coincidence? Probably not.
