Rocky Mountain Low
I swear every Koe Wetzel song sounds like the last one got drunk, fell down a flight of stairs, and woke up mumblin’ the same damn chorus. Man’s got three gears: hungover, heartbroke, and hollerin’. And somehow they all get mashed together like a bowl of gas-station nachos at 2 a.m.
And this new one? Rocky Mountain Low? Hell, he sounds like he’s actively freezing to death somewhere south of the timberline. I don’t know how the boy didn’t turn into a Koe-sicle up there. Maybe he did. Maybe we’re just hearing the audio recorded seconds before hypothermia took the wheel. Whole song’s got that “shiver-and-strum” vibe like his fingers are too numb to change chords.
Never been a Koe fan, never claimed to be. And this track didn’t change a damn thing — unless you count making me put on a jacket in my own living room.