For better or worse, Chris Robertson is a thinker. If you pegged Black Stone Cherry as simple southern rock yeehaws when they debuted in 2006, the frontman quickly set you right with his eloquent lyrics about fate and family, not to mention his candid admission of mental health struggles during interviews.
A quarter-century later, while it’s feasible to enjoy the Kentucky band’s new Celebrate EP as a quick hit of fist-pumping, grunge-scented, sexed-up alt.rock – plus a beefy cover of a certain John Hughes soundtrack classic – closer reading of these songs reveals a 40-year-old father still working hard to put one foot in front of the other.
