Hits like a protest song from the ’60s, but kicks like a Gulf Coast storm.
Man… People Hatin’ ain’t just a single — it’s a shot across the bow. The Red Clay Strays rolled this one out with the kind of grit that would’ve made Dylan squint and Guthrie nod. It’s got that 1960s protest-song backbone, but wrapped in the Strays’ swamp-soul electricity — the kind of sound where the snare pops like a screen door in a hurricane and Brandon Coleman sings like he’s trying to outrun every devil he ever shook off his boots.
It ain’t preaching. It ain’t posturing.
It’s calling out the mess we’re all wading through — division, noise, folks barking louder than they listen — with a melody that feels like it marched out of Selma, got baptized in Alabama mud, then plugged into a tube amp.
Feels raw. Feels righteous.
Feels like somebody finally said the quiet part out loud.
If the Strays’ last run turned the Americana world on its head, this one lights the fuse.
Pancho’s Picks approved — hell, Pancho certified.