When it first comes on the overhead speakers in your favorite department store, you’ll listen for a few seconds and then probably ask yourself, “wait a second, is this country? Am I allowed to like this?” Kacey Musgraves’ Golden Hour is inviting in this way, it gently asks you to listen a little closer, to sit and stay for a while. It will make you feel at ease while you’re perusing through the latest summer shoe releases. Is she a kids’ singer? Is this Kidz Bop? I don’t even care actually. Through MP3 the singer’s voice is tangy and smooth, the instruments playing behind her almost eerily quiet. Soft to the touch, feels like love, knew it as soon as I felt it. This is the one lyric that will stick in your head as you walk to the next store, oozing out like honey just when you think you’ve forgotten it.
At the average indie-pop-punk-alternative music festival, Musgraves is likely the only artist in the lineup classified as country. Yet, her crowd will still be bustling and bopping. Projected from the stage, her voice almost sounds as if it’s holding back a little bit, hovering right below the surface of awing the crowd. But it won’t waver – she’ll remain mellow and silky and smooth for the entire 32 minutes and 20 seconds she’s allowed to perform before the next act takes the spotlight.