Perfect Storm-Brad Paisley (Arista)

Comparing one’s love to other inanimate objects (like top notch bourbon, in this case) is getting a bit trite, seems to me. From that, he moves into describing her as the kind of storm that might’ve killed George Clooney in that fishin’ movie. Okie dokie, then. I’ll recommend it tentatively here, not yet excited about it’s prospects. But, we do need us some ballads in the Current mix and this certainly makes a better impression that all the other stuff in my new stuff stack.