It takes a certain constitution to make it in a road-dog outfit like slacker-twangers The Pink Stones, and after some turnover, frontman Hunter Pinkston seems to have found the sweet spot with his current lineup. The band’s latest, Thank the Lord…it’s The Pink Stones, finds the fivesome doing their laid-back countrified garage sound with the settled-in ease of a bar band with a whole lot of heart.
There’s a lived-in quality to the group’s third record, which chronicles love and loss from those feverish early days to the eventual painful fade to black, with all the fast nights and slow mornings that fill the in-between. Recorded in the band’s Athens, GA base, Thank the Lord gives the sense that all the weariness of a busy life on tour is worth it if it amounts to this effortless a groove when you get back home.
