Honestly, an album that can no longer be made, but an important and brave one in my opinion. Looking over reviews from other people, I'm sad to see so many people dismiss it outright because of its lyrics and subject matter. Randy writes in character. A fact that seems to be challenging for many here. It's strange to me that we can separate artist and role so easily when we watch a film (no one is getting angry at Fassbender for his role as a slave-owner in 12 Years a Slave), but we seem to have difficulty making this same separation when it comes to music. Stories deserve to be told, and no one does it better in music that Randy. He drags American skeletons out of the closet and into the daylight. That discomfort you feel? He's directly pointing out how strange it is that you don't feel it every day, because if you looked, it's all around you.