And Serby's lyrics are about as sophisticated as a child's coloring book. On the opening Yoakam-imitative track, the hook - if you can call it a hook - is "put your foot to the floor, blow out the door, get it in gear." Whatever.
The cliches just get deeper from there: "I guess I've always been a playboy, and you've always treated men like little toys, but at closin' time we always share the last dance, maybe love is giving us one more chance." Hmm. Pretty bad. I don't know what a cliché ripped from clichés is, but I suspect Serby has patented the process. Forget the L.A. Times article about Serby locating his biological father and discovering that he's a honky-tonker too (a publicist's dream!). And forgive almost always spot-on L.A. music scribe Chris Morris for touting Honkytonk and Vine as one of the ten most highly anticipated SoCal releases of 2009 in LA Weekly; that's just home-team talk by Morris, who's a decent guy. Serby may be an act to be considered in L.A. country-music circles (I suspect not really), but he couldn't park cars at bars in Texas. Hopefully he'll never try. I know it's not eco-friendly, but I distinctly remember sailing Serby's previous CD out the window of my truck at 70 mph. I don't think I'll even get up to 55 for this one. Don't waste your time on Honkytonk and Vine. If you want to buy a mediocre honky-tonk record, there's several bands here in town who would appreciate your financial support.