Blitzen Trapper's 2011 album American Goldwing gets its namesake from Honda's huge, heavy, highway-devouring touring motorcycle. And it's fitting, because there ain't many albums that live up to the term "road music" the way this one does.
There's not much to analyze here: riffs with just the right amount of crunch; lyrics that talk about whisky, women, fighting, and hitting the road; and just enough slide guitar to evoke a breeze of country, before country moved to a McMansion and started plastering RealTree and Remington stickers on everything.
This is the kind of music that inspires impromptu road trips, last-second border runs, liberating full-throttle blasts out of the city and into the open desolate night. The mostly-latent expression of what Hunter S. Thompson called the Linkhorn gene, that repressed desire for the freedom of the road and roughshod living.
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