Scotty says what? Chicken butt. The Roland High Life rolls out an Americana-charged, power-popper crafted for barroom singalongs. You know, the sort of outing where everyone knows the words, had a few too many, and it’s just a pile-on crowd refrain to send everyone home with a smile on their face. Sure, there’s a bittersweet undertone to this standalone single, but it’s the kind of bittersweet that the emotional-rock initiated will glom to like cats to catnip. Roll around in it and drink your fill.

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