Burning The Midnight Oil Ease Up by Woody Jones and Dottie Faye – A Raw Country Ride That Kicks You in the Gut
Alright, let’s get real here. Woody Jones and Dottie Faye didn’t phone this one in. Their album Burning The Midnight Oil Ease Up on Fayewood Records hits like a rusty truck barreling down an Alabama backroad—messy, loud, but somehow unforgettable. This ain’t your polished Nashville crap; it’s gritty, raw, and dripping with attitude. And yeah, I’m still thinking about two tracks days later.
First up, “Burning The Midnight Oil.” Holy hell, this song grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let go. It’s got that slow burn vibe—like staring at a flickering lightbulb while life crumbles around you. The lyrics? Simple yet sharp. Woody’s gravelly voice cuts through like he’s lived every damn word. There’s no sugarcoating here—it’s just honest storytelling wrapped in twangy guitar riffs and a beat that stomps harder than a pissed-off bull. You feel it in your chest, man. Like, whoa.
Then there’s “Ease Up.” Now THIS is where Dottie Faye steps into the spotlight, and lemme tell ya, she owns it. Her voice is smoother than moonshine but packs enough bite to remind you she means business. The track flips between lazy, almost hypnotic verses and explosive choruses that slap you awake. It’s like they’re daring you to sit still while listening to it—and trust me, you won’t. By the time the last note fades out, you’ll be hitting repeat faster than a caffeine junkie reaching for another cup.
What sticks with me most about these songs isn’t just how catchy they are—it’s their gutsiness. These aren’t cookie-cutter love ballads or overproduced anthems trying too hard to be cool. Nope. They’re messy, unapologetic slices of real life set to music. And honestly? That’s what makes ‘em stand out in today’s sea of blandness.
So yeah, kudos to Woody and Dottie for not playing it safe. If anything, this album feels more like a dare—to listen, to feel, to maybe even live a little louder yourself. Oh, and one last thing: if you don’t crank this up on a Friday night with a cold beer in hand, are you even doing life right? Food for thought.
