Country music sanitised, buffed, autotuned and Fleetwood Mac'd to within an inch of its life, and not in a good way.
Lady A are a mixed-gender trio of such lacquered cynicism that it makes one blush even to listen. We get contrived blue-sky attitudinising masquerading as blue-collar values and the American duh-ream enacted as a nightmare of sanctimony, in which loving tenderness registers as form of strategy and religion is an attack dog on a chain. Currently mega in the US. Genuinely repulsive.