40 Best Country and Americana Albums of 2018

Kane Brown, ‘Experiment’

One of the most highly anticipated country albums of the year, Kane Brown’s second offering dug deeper into the radio-friendly mix of trad country, swaggering pop and limber R&B that has made Brown one of the genre’s most successful new stars. But whether he’s singing hard Nineties country (“Short Skirt Weather”), crooning Faith Hill-inspired balladry (“Homesick”) or stomping to rock beats (“Lose It”), Brown’s rich baritone sets the tone for the rush of sweeping hooks and radio-friendly arrangements that make up Experiment. And when he steps back from the spotlight to sing about gun violence and over-policing on “American Bad Dream,” he shows that he’s capable of handling tricky territory with care, craft and depth. J.B.

Colter Wall, ‘Songs of the Plains’

Cowboy songs have always been part of country’s essence, dating back to when it was known as “country and western” music and Gene Autry ruled the airwaves. Colter Wall, who hails from Saskatchewan, pays tribute to the tradition here. Old-school production wizard Dave Cobb soaks Wall’s mighty baritone in reverb and sets it riding across wide-open vistas, trailed by steel and harmonica. There’s even some heartfelt yodeling (“Calgary Stampede”). But it’s not all nostalgia. “John Beyers (Camaro Song)” updates the mode of transportation. The druggie drifter tale “Manitoba Man” is a haunted, time-warped gem. And the traditional “Tying Knots in the Devil’s Tail,” a campfire song about hard-drinking buckaroos who rope and brand Satan, offers a timeless metaphor for putting evil in its place. W.H.

Dillon Carmichael, ‘Hell on an Angel’

This debut offering is a compelling introduction to Dillon Carmichael’s blend of hardscrabble retro Seventies country and bluesy Southern rock. Drawing on singers like Jamey Johnson and Hank Jr, Carmichael is one of the most convincing young country singers to arrive in the wake of Chris Stapleton’s unexpected superstardom. The Kentucky native’s instant-classic baritone shines brightest on the album’s many ballads (“It’s Simple,” “Might Be a Cowboy”), but on the roadhouse blues and country funk of “Hell on an Angel” and “Country Women,” the twenty-something shows he equally comfortable singing about honky-tonks and heartache. Produced by Dave Cobb, Hell on an Angel is a flawlessly executed portrait of an artist growing into his voice. J.B.

Scotty McCreery, ‘Seasons Change’

When Scotty McCreery and his show-stopping baritone won American Idol, there was no question the North Carolina kid had talent. But what he didn’t have, quite yet, was an artistic identity, as a series of rather bland releases proved. Turns out all McCreery needed was to sharpen his writing skills and loosen the reins of his label to find his muse, which he did on the breakthrough “Five More Minutes.” In the wake of that tender ballad’s success, McCreery was snatched up by Triple Tigers and found his footing on Seasons Change, a record that finally makes good use of that deep tone and a playful but mature approach. Seasons Change starts with the sound of a storm, but everything clears up from there, lingering in moments of love (“This Is It”), beachy relaxation (“Barefootin'”) and traditional twang with a modern twist (“Still”). It may have taken him years to find his wheelhouse, but artistry isn’t supposed to happen overnight — that’s only on reality shows. M.M.

Donovan Woods, ‘Both Ways’

There’s a reason country singers like Charles Kelley and Charlie Worsham have cut Donovan Woods’ songs: he’s got a knack for slice-of-life storytelling that blends heartache and hooks. On his fifth album Both Ways, the Canadian folkie expands his horizons with bigger productions, turning the monotony of touring life into cinematic, sweeping rock & roll on “Truck Full of Money” and evoking the synth-soaked mid-Eighties work of Bruce Springsteen in the blue-collar anthem “Easy Street.” Even when he returns to quieter territory, it’s still high drama — he can’t help but look back in “I Ain’t Never Loved No One” or examine his failings in “Good Lover,” casually dishing out devastating couplets that never feel gratuitous. In “Next Year,” Woods deals with the stealthy passage of time by recalling the many ways he’s put off something meaningful like hanging out with his own son. As with the best of his work, it’ll take your breath away. J.F.

Carson McHone, ‘Carousel’

“Well here’s the deal,” Carson McHone sings at the opening of Carousel, launching head-first into the album’s mournful bit of clever honky-tonk, “Sad.” Through the course of 11 emotive and conversational tracks, McHone lives up to that sort of casual, candid entrance. The singer has spent years on the Austin scene scuffing up floors and stages, and that kind of seasoned authority shows — on moments like the unsettling vulnerability of “Drugs” and the heartbreak call of “Gentle,” where McHone’s warble slides even more solemnly than the steel guitar. There’s a delightful sense of traditionalism within the melodies of Carousel, but she never feels bound to it either. Like on the bare-bones, Gillian Welch-evoking “Spider Song,” which closes the record, McHone knows it’s the words that matter just as much as the packaging. M.M.

The War and Treaty, ‘Healing Tide’

The church gospel and communal R&B of Michael and Tanya Trotter arrived like an unexpected, much-needed balm during the turbulence and violence of 2018. “We’re gonna love like there’s no tomorrow,” the duo sings in the opening moments of their thrilling 11-song debut, establishing the urgent backdrop for their healing and compassion. The married couple employs love as a potent metaphor and spiritual guidepost on the LP, which serves as a concept album of sorts about the metaphysical, political and religious capacity for healing when humans decide to embrace one another. Songs like “Are You Ready to Love Me,” “Hearts” and “Here Is Where the Loving Is At” find the duo offering up this potent hypothesis on a mix of gospel-rock barnburners, soulful ballads and Seventies funk. As such, Healing Tide felt like one of this year’s most timely and vital roots releases. J.B.

Maggie Rose, ‘Change the Whole Thing’

Maggie Rose has always had the pipes, but she’d never quite had the freedom. In the hands of various labels, her previous projects, like 2013’s Cut to Impress, felt like there was so much left in the stable of the D.C.-born Rose than was actually allowed to run. For Change the Whole Thing, Rose took to the studio with her touring band and Nashville collective Them Vibes to record the album live, tracking a couple of takes and picking the best one, flaws and all. But you’d be hard-pressed to find anything that doesn’t sound perfectly intentional — Change the Whole Thing sees Rose flirting with R&B and soul, pushing those pipes to Kelly Clarkson proportions (with whom she’ll tour in the new year) and embracing a rootsy, organic vibe. M.M.

Adam Hood, ‘Somewhere in Between’

Opelika, Alabama, songwriter Adam Hood has had his songs cut by Little Big Town and Miranda Lambert, but never mind that — the real magic lies in hearing Hood sing his own compositions. On Somewhere in Between, his nasally tenor is a breath of fresh air as he traverses the bayou, his home state and those idyllic small towns that mainstream Nashville just loves to celebrate. The difference, however, is that Hood knows there’s also broken hearts and broken dreams in those locales. Even when he’s crowing about blowing off steam in “The Weekend,” he knows he has to go through hell to get there. His pain is our gain. J.H.

Aaron Lee Tasjan, ‘Karma for Cheap’

Aaron Lee Tasjan moved to Nashville from New York City as a solo guitar-strumming poet and quickly evolved into one of the town’s most inventive and musically playful voices. Karma for Cheap is a psychedelic hoot that’s meant to conjure up some of the departed greats — John Lennon, David Bowie, Tom Petty — while morphing it all into Tasjan’s own idiosyncratic space, where genre rules are out the window and rock & roll has certainly never died. Whether he’s pining for action on “If Not Now When” or encouraging the vagabonds to keep pushing on “Dream Dreamer,” Karma for Cheap is an album that proves karma is real: through Tasjan, the good stuff does eventually come back around. M.M.

Shooter Jennings, ‘Shooter’

Shooter Jennings has always done his best work on the fringes of country music: he just earned a Grammy nomination for co-producing Brandi Carlile’s By the Way, I Forgive You. But on the eponymous Shooter, a brash barroom country album, he reminds us exactly whose son he is. He’s Bocephus-level boastful on songs like “Bound ta Git Down,” proudly fucked-up on “D.R.U.N.K.” and off-the-rails on “I’m Wild and My Woman Is Crazy” (a modern-day “Good Hearted Woman”). Still, for all its outlaw vibes, Shooter can’t help but indulge the artist’s inner music nerd: the moody “Fast Horses and Good Hideouts” is a slice of keys-driven prog-country — perhaps the next genre Jennings will explore. J.H.

Doug Paisley, ‘Starter Home’

Doug Paisley’s first album since 2014’s Strong Feelings is not showy, loud or aggressively produced. Nor is it trying to take him in some progressive new direction. Instead, it’s a focused meditation on how we build our day-to-day comforts and our sense of steady place through simple folksongs in the Guy Clark vein. Based in Toronto, Paisley exists outside of the Nashville machine and even the Americana world, landing in a sort of appropriately isolated corner that sometimes feels more like Tom Waits on “Ol’ 55” than anything else. “We cannot afford not to borrow,” he sings on the title track, carefully tracing the disconnect that comes with finally having a place to rest but feeling like there’s always something bigger waiting — whether it’s a better house, a closer relationship or even a vision of yourself. M.M.

Kenny Chesney, ‘Songs for the Saints’

Arising from the devastation caused by Hurricane Irma to his part-time home of St. John, Songs for the Saints is Kenny Chesney’s most focused, heartfelt effort in years. Contemplative reflections like “Better Boat” and “Every Heart” convey a bruised vulnerability rarely shown from the stadium-sized singer, while feel-good anthems like “Get Along” and the title track pack some sign-of-the-times gravity behind their messages of communion and togetherness. That sort of seriousness carries throughout the well-plotted album, even when Chesney’s carefree-country mentor Jimmy Buffett shows up for a somber, climate change-tinged update on his own Seventies chestnut “Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season.” After several albums of more laidback, adult work, Songs for the Saints is the strongest argument to date for Chesney’s role as a new country-music standard-bearer. J.B.

Ashley Monroe, ‘Sparrow’

After toying with a more commercial-friendly sound on The Blade, Ashley Monroe teamed up with Dave Cobb for this defiantly retro, orchestral collection. Monroe’s voice is as boldly expressive as ever on the LP, which merges songs about lustful sensuality (“Hands on You”), dog motherhood (“She Wakes Me Up”) and familial trauma (“Orphan”) into a tightly-woven portrait of clear-headed reckoning and newfound thirty-something maturity. Layered strings help sell the grand Countrypolitan drama on highlights like “Rita” and “Hard on a Heart,” while the R&B-leaning strut of “Wild Love” and “This Heaven” showcase Monroe’s subtle vocal theater. Sparrow, Monroe’s most challenging LP, is also her deepest, the sound of a songwriter growing into the messy complications of adulthood. J.B.

Ryan Culwell, ‘The Last American’

It’s damn near a sin that some of the best songwriters go unheard. Don’t make that mistake with Ryan Culwell, who offered some of the year’s sharpest — and perhaps weirdest — lyricism on his roots-and-reverb second album. Whether he was singing about UFOs, truckers and police brutality in “Can You Hear Me,” doomsday preppers in “Dig a Hole” or sleepy-time fantasies to soothe his kids to sleep in “Tie My Pillow to a Tree,” Culwell brought an outsider’s perspective to the often insular Americana genre. Released independently via Missing Piece Records, The Last American is first in its class. J.H.

Devin Dawson, ‘Dark Horse’

Country radio hasn’t been big on subtlety of late, so Devin Dawson’s Dark Horse didn’t quite get the attention it deserved. But the heavily tattooed California native (and former metalhead) showed off his remarkable versatility and meticulous songwriting on the collection, pairing angst with a breezy soul-pop groove on “All on Me,” thrashing through love in “Prison,” tossing out a classic country one-liner in “Asking for a Friend,” and even exploring the dank corridors of dub in love-as-sickness jam “Symptoms.” The title track, a guitar and voice mission statement about not being afraid to color outside the lines, should resonate with anyone who’s ever felt like they didn’t belong. The sleeper mainstream country debut of the year. J.F.

Lori McKenna, ‘The Tree’

In addition to being one of country’s premier songsmiths – often as part of Music Row A-team the Love Junkies — Lori McKenna is a mom, times five. On her second set with Dave Cobb, she brings that experience to bear, musing on family verities with hard-earned wisdom and a near-magical ability to skirt the maudlin. In a sense it’s the impulse behind Tim McGraw’s “Humble & Kind” (a song she wrote and released on her last LP) expanded into a concept album. The craft is remarkable and deceptively understated — one imagines Nashville rookies and pros alike studying these songs before their writing sessions. The single “People Get Old” is a wise, wistful tearjerker, but we’re partial to “The Lot Behind St. Mary’s,” about getting busy in blue jeans in the literal and figurative shadow of the local church. W.H.

Joshua Hedley, ‘Mr. Jukebox’

Florida native Joshua Hedley looks to country’s classic Nashville Sound era on his Third Man Records debut, showing his reverence for the pillowy “oohs” and “aahs” and sophisticated arrangements that drove Patsy Cline’s records to massive crossover success. A longtime fixture of Nashville’s honky-tonks and ace sideman, Hedley proves himself to be a studied songwriter and a gifted crooner who — like Eddy Arnold or Ray Price before him — can wring pathos from even the most straightforward line. He tries to rekindle a flagging relationship in “Let’s Take a Vacation” (complete with recitation!), opts for bitter denial in “I Never Shed a Tear for You,” and embraces the rumor mill in the lively “Let Them Talk,” often finding himself the unlucky one who, as the title track suggests, cranks out the music for everyone else’s enjoyment. In lesser hands, it might sound like an ironic joke — in Hedley’s, it sounds refreshingly sincere and surprisingly contemporary. J.F.

Rosanne Cash, ‘She Remembers Everything’

An icon of modern country — both for her genre-busting, tent-broadening artistry and her devoted social activism — delivers one of the most potent works of her career. While “8 Gods of Harlem” may be the talking point, a prismatic narrative involving gun violence that enlists Kris Kristofferson and Elvis Costello as singers and co-writers, the title track is no less indelible, a duet with kindred spirit Sam Phillips that evades pat interpretation but conjures memories of female experience in the shadow of the Kavanaugh hearings. Arrangements are immaculate throughout, sculpted with producer Tucker Martine and flecked with elements of jazz and European folk. It’s a fitting testimony for a master singer-songwriter who’s made her name by following a rangy muse. W.H.

Will Hoge, ‘My American Dream’

After some forays into mainstream country, Will Hoge found his true calling — and most important voice — as a singer of protest songs on My American Dream. The songwriter’s favorite target: detached, disingenuous politicians. He tees them up in “Gilded Walls,” calling them out over unsafe drinking water, before lambasting their hollow “Thoughts & Prayers,” which come like kneejerk responses to every mass shooting. Hoge, a Tennessee native, doesn’t shy away from his own myopic mistakes either, imploring his countrymen to tear down the Confederate flag that he once waved as a teenager in “Still a Southern Man.” But it’s on “Nikki’s a Republican Now,” a Ramones-like rocker, where Hoge is at his most ferocious, equating membership in the mutated modern-day GOP with the utmost in hypocrisy. J.H.

American Aquarium, ‘Things Change’

BJ Barham’s country-rock outfit underwent a major overhaul in between their last studio effort Wolves and this year’s Things Change, revamping his North Carolina band with Nashville and Texas pros and hitting the road before the studio. It worked: the new lineup lit a fire under Barham’s ass with their fierce, urgent playing style, redefining the sound of a band that some thought would never top their 2012 high-water mark Burn. Flicker. Die. Things Change equals, if not surpasses, that effort, with an older, wiser and sober Barham writing from the perspective of a man who’s seen it all and refused to blink — even when it comes to politics. “This ain’t the country my grandfather fought for,” he sings on opening track “The World Is on Fire.” No other country album in 2018 opened so defiantly. J.H.

Willie Nelson, ‘Last Man Standing’

“I don’t want to be the last man standing/ On second thought, maybe I do” croons Willie over a funky roadhouse on this top-shelf LP, one of two the 85-year-old legend released in 2018, while still finding time to campaign for Beto O’Rourke’s historic Senate run. Basically, the theme is death, with Willie — being Willie — winking slyly at the Reaper. “Halitosis is a word I could never spell/ But bad breath is better than no breath at all,” he reasons on the unlikely waltz “Bad Breath.” On “Heaven Is Closed,” he figures that “Hell’s overcrowded/ so I think I’ll just stay where I am,” listing those he’ll “burn one” in tribute to while he’s at it. The man’s still putting acts half, a third, and a quarter his age to shame. W.H.

Becky Warren, ‘Undesirable’

“We’re All We Got,” the first track on Becky Warren’s second album Undesirable, starts off with some Tom Petty-style electric guitar riffing and a doozy of an opening line: “Back home, they pass Christmas Day by killing something wild.” It’s a statement almost as audacious as the album’s concept: songs inspired by Warren’s conversations with vendors of Nashville’s homeless newspaper, The Contributor. What could have gone horribly wrong instead goes incredibly right, thanks to Warren’s richly detailed, empathetic writing and the muscular-but-lean rock & roll that serves as its vessel. Sure, tracks like “Sunshine State” and “Let Me Down Again” sound great with the windows down, but they also depict her underprivileged subjects as complicated people, struggling with grief or mental illness, finding a little joy here and there — just like the rest of us. J.F.

Mike and the Moonpies, ‘Steak Night at the Prairie Rose’

In just 38 minutes, Mike and the Moonpies deliver a master class in country music on Steak Night at the Prairie Rose, a 10-song collection that cements the Texas band’s status as undeniable honky-tonk heroes. Chief Moonpie Mike Harmeier leads his group through freewheeling, two-stepping songs that celebrate both the freedom of the road and the familiarity of getting stoned on the couch, but it’s the poignant, heartache numbers that pack the most punch. The title track is a gorgeous tearjerker about spending barroom time with dad, while “Beaches of Biloxi” laments losing your nest egg — and wife — to those slippery Gulf Coast casinos. By the time Harmeier and guitarist Catlin Rutherford are swapping solos on the kiss-off closer “We’re Gone,” your faith in honest country music has been restored. J.H.

Sarah Shook & the Disarmers, ‘Years’

North Carolina’s Sarah Shook & the Disarmers chronicle the dissolution of a long-term relationship on their marvelous second album, tightening up their playing and songcraft to make a powerful statement about resilience. Leader Shook retains her snarling, country-punk vocal delivery, cracking wise about her late-night carousing, self-medicating and bouncing between gender perspectives. She sings of reaching an exhausted breaking point in “New Ways to Fail,” warning, “I need this shit like I need another hole in my head,” and then finally breaking free in the album-closing title track as she reclaims her sense of self-worth. For anyone who felt overwhelmed and tired by the flood of terrible things in 2018, Years was a raised fist in the air to keep on going, no matter what. J.F.

Dierks Bentley, ‘The Mountain’

There’s no question that Dierks Bentley is a multifaceted artist — he can be a bluegrass revivalist, a drunk on a plane party boy and a smoldering balladeer. Sometimes those distinct personalities can split his fans down the middle, making it feel like his albums only serve one segment of his self, or his audience, at a time. That all changed on The Mountain, an LP born out of the Colorado soil where it was recorded and mostly written, and one that artfully joins all of those sides together. There’s the rock & roll Bentley on songs like the Brothers Osborne duet “Burning Man,” the banjo and fiddle-loving Bentley on the exquisite “Travelin’ Light” with Brandi Carlile, and the sultry piano-ballad Bentley on “My Religion.” But the magic in The Mountain is how it blends all of these elements, with each musical moment nodding to the next. Bentley no longer seems concerned with getting to the top. Rather, he’s perfecting the path of his ascension. M.M.

Mary Gauthier, ‘Rifles & Rosary Beads’

A remarkable project by a veteran songwriter, in collaboration with veterans in the traditional sense, this inspiring LP is a fruit of the national Songwriting With Soldiers project. Gauthier gives voice to the wisdom, struggles and pain of U.S Armed Forces members — their spouses, too — and words are not minced. “Got holes in my ear drums, bruises and clots/ Double vision and my stomach’s in knots” sings the narrator of “Still on the Ride,” a song haunted by survivor’s guilt. The title track conjures “Vicodin, morphine dreams” with visions of “bombed-out schools and homes,” while the “The War After the War” testifies to the homeland battles of caregivers. Rifles & Rosary Beads is an important, powerful work, and worth far more than a hundred hollow Nashville slogans about supporting our troops. W.H.

Courtney Marie Andrews, ‘May Your Kindness Remain’

In a year that saw no end to political division and social unrest, some coped with anger. And others, like Courtney Marie Andrews, turned to kindness. In the bigger, bolder, more soulful follow-up to the stripped simplicity of 2016’s Honest Life, Andrews creates a campaign for compassion that opens with an absolute monster of a song, “May Your Kindness Remain,” transforming her into a folk-gospel preacher spreading her message with unbelievable vocal power but uncanny delicacy. Whether embodying an “Ohio”-era Neil Young on “Border” to looking at a bummer lover with a sarcastic eye on “I’ve Hurt Worse,” May Your Kindness Remain is the kind of compass we all need to navigate an uneasy climate. M.M.

Erin Rae, ‘Putting on Airs’

Erin Rae’s voice sounds like something from an Antebellum parlor — it warbles, flutters and coos; stares you dead in the eye; then swoops out of frame like a starling on wing. Her country-folk debut feels like a lost Seventies session, set in a faintly psychedelic Southern-goth haze with autoharp, mellotron and George Harrison-esque slide guitar. Her tradition comes with modern-day perspective: see “Bad Mind,” inspired by an aunt declared an unfit parent “just because she had a woman for a lover in ’98” and the way history still haunts anyone questioning their sexuality. “Anchor Me Down,” meanwhile, is a waltz that laments “Honey, I miss the old days, too/ I panic cause they’re gone” — while celebrating precisely how they’re not. W.H.

Ruston Kelly, ‘Dying Star’

There’s nothing more human than a story of redemption — particularly one that shows there’s an attainable path out of the ashes. Which is where Ruston Kelly was when he began Dying Star: on the trails of an overdose and on the verge of finding love and the will to stick around for the future. “I took too many pills again,” he sings on “Faceplant,” “blacked out for a week, didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, came to, did it all again.” It doesn’t get more frank than that, but Kelly’s equally able to use metaphor to his advantage, spiraling off the concept of a dying star as it grabs his last fits of glory before it disappears forever. Luckily, Kelly’s not going anywhere. Through delicate, dreamy steel guitar (courtesy of Kelly’s dad “TK” Kelly) and an ethereal but rugged voice, the songwriter takes us on a journey from darkness (“Blackout”) to the beauty in the ends of things (the title track). Dying Star keeps flickering, even after the last song has been sung. M.M.

Brent Cobb, ‘Providence Canyon’

On the title track of Brent Cobb’s Providence Canyon, the Georgia native sees mainstream country’s fondness for drinking around a bonfire and raises the stakes. “The night won’t last forever, after all,” he sings in a soulful drawl, accompanied by gentle acoustic guitar and wisps of pedal steel. Our time here is brief, he seems to be saying, and happiness is found in those idle moments spent among friends and family. Cobb returns to that thesis statement repeatedly on Providence Canyon, even as he branches out stylistically from the country-folk of 2016’s Shine On Rainy Day. This time around, he tosses in grooving slabs of country-funk like “Morning’s Gonna Come,” “.30-06,” and “King of Alabama,” his tribute to the slain country singer Wayne Mills, and a little Southern rock workout with “If I Don’t See Ya.” When he returns to more  acoustic folk territory on “Come Back Home,” he’s missing everything familiar and worried he may lose sight of himself if he stays away too long. Considering Cobb’s gift for communicating down-home joy and pain, let’s hope he never does. J.F.

Brothers Osborne, ‘Port Saint Joe’

Reuniting with Jay Joyce for their second album Port Saint Joe, Brothers Osborne proved that the group’s early mainstream success has only made them more resolute to blaze their own path on the fringes of commercial country. Songs like “I Don’t Remember Me (Before You)” and “Pushing Up Daisies (Love Alive”) are sultry mid-tempo ballads led by TJ Osborne’s delicate baritone, whereas “Shoot Me Straight” and “Drank Like Hank” lean further into raucous bar-band country-rock, led by John Osborne’s inventive lead guitar, than anything the group has tried before. This time around, there are more winking nods, clever turns of phrases and deft narrative turns on songs like “Tequila Again” and “A Couple Wrongs Makin’ It Alright,” proof that in the midst of fine-tuning their craft and musicianship, the group has also mastered the most precious of lessons for a young band: how to have fun. J.B.

Ashley McBryde, ‘Girl Going Nowhere’

This year’s most exciting country debut came from Ashley McBryde, the 35-year-old whisky-swilling, deep-voiced Arkansas native whose Girl Going Nowhere toes the line between Seventies singer-songwriter folksiness and streamlined radio-rocking trad country. After opening with her unlikely rags-to-riches narrative on the chilling title track, McBryde spends the next 10 tunes spinning vital stories about the holy sanctity of FM radio, dirty jean jackets and small-town dive bars, channeling Mellencamp by-way-of Patty Griffin along the way. J.B.

Amanda Shires, ‘To the Sunset’

Lubbock, Texas singer-songwriter-fiddle player Amanda Shires broadened her sound and flirted with electro-rock experimentation for To the Sunset, her third album in five years. The result is this year’s most adventurous, thrilling Americana release, full of immaculately-crafted pop should-be hits (“Leave It Alone”), haunting heartland folk-noir (“White Feather”), and revelatory reimaginations of older mainstays (“Swimmer”). Shires’ latest, her most accomplished effort to date, was also one of 2018’s most succinct examples of an artist discarding all conventions and expectations in service of the song. J.B.

Eric Church, ‘Desperate Man’

Doubling down on Church’s bonafides as a rock singer rooted in country music, this set delivers Stonesy swagger, honky-tonk sagacity, rip-roaring guitar, and an impatience for bullshit, cultural or political. On “Hippie Radio” he shouts out classics by Cat Stevens, the Jackson 5, Billy Idol, Kansas, Warren Zevon. But the political songs eschew specifics, beyond his working-person’s solidarity and the healing properties of whiskey. Another strong argument that American rock & roll’s nexus is Nashville. W.H.

Neko Case, ‘Hell-On’

Neko Case recorded Hell-On as her house literally burned down, and there’s an alternating sense of tension and acceptance throughout it. She sings about God (whom she describes as a “lusty tire fire” on the brooding title cut), comical misfortune (on the straight-ahead rocker “Bad Luck” the punch line to all her tough breaks is “I died and went to work”) and fierce femininity (“Winnie,” a Sapphic ode to an Amazon with a stunning assist from the Gossip’s Beth Ditto). Depending on the song, she bridges country and rock and even includes a few electronic flourishes, all while spilling out her heart, making for her sharpest and most well-rounded album to date. K.G.

John Prine, ‘The Tree of Forgiveness’

No American singer-songwriter besides Dylan — a confirmed fan — has a longer run of greatness than Prine. His first set of originals in a decade, produced by country-Americana guru Dave Cobb, reaffirms that. His plainspoken tenor creaks hard, amplifying the come-on-home poignancy of “Summer’s End” and the gravitas of “Caravan of Fools” (a spot-on indictment of our current administration); “When I Get to Heaven” ponders the hereafter with punchlines, earned sentimentality and looming void. Here’s hoping he doesn’t get there for a long while yet. W.H.

Brandi Carlile, ‘By the Way, I Forgive You’

Pistol Annies, ‘Interstate Gospel’

Kacey Musgraves, ‘Golden Hour’