Lovett is celebrating his "release" from 27 years' attachment to Curb Records in the US. And as is conventional with contract filler, this is not going to be a go-to album in the canon.
Perhaps it should be taken as a summary of good times past – winsome covers ("Baby, It's Cold Outside", groan) set alongside winsome originals and blues shuffles. But it is well made, western-swinging and melancholically insouciant. "Dress of Laces" is the one you want to hear.