10 Songs, 31 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

When pop production values started taking center stage in early-’90s Nashville, Alan Jackson stuck to the basics. His third album overflows with roots-conscious, roadhouse-rockin’ tunes (the Cajun-flavored “Chattahoochee,” the tear-’em-up twang of the Bakersfield-indebted “Up to My Ears In Tears”) and old-school cry-in-your-beer ballads (“(Who Says) You Can’t Have It All”). It’s a record gloriously steeped in country fundamentals and rich with tunes that sound as good decades later as they did when they dominated the country charts.

EDITORS’ NOTES

When pop production values started taking center stage in early-’90s Nashville, Alan Jackson stuck to the basics. His third album overflows with roots-conscious, roadhouse-rockin’ tunes (the Cajun-flavored “Chattahoochee,” the tear-’em-up twang of the Bakersfield-indebted “Up to My Ears In Tears”) and old-school cry-in-your-beer ballads (“(Who Says) You Can’t Have It All”). It’s a record gloriously steeped in country fundamentals and rich with tunes that sound as good decades later as they did when they dominated the country charts.

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