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Class distinctions abound on Brad Cotter's debut album. His heart is with the blue-collar, redneck crowd, and his ethos is defined by the "three stoplight town," flatbed trucks, and "skinny dippin' down by the lake," and "smokin', rockin' redneck rave" -- this is not music for the Topsiders crowd. Favoring an edgy, rocking sound with in-your-face drumming, a generous dollop of honky-tonk piano, and Skynyrd-ish wailing guitars, Cotter brings it all home with a husky voice that has precisely the right measurements of grit and honey to make it compelling. But he's no mindless party animal. The roiling "Blue Collar Night" bemoans the burden of taxation on the lower class, describes a hope for self-sufficiency down the line, and exults in a night out with 20 bucks in one's pocket. The dense, surging "High on Love" effectively evokes the peaks and valleys of small-town life and love for "two crazy kids / high on love," its tender sentiments offset by the reality of what the future holds. Staying thematically consistent on the mid-tempo "I've Got Time," Cotter portrays a man determined to pull himself up from the bottom in hopes of snagging the economic brass ring and a good woman's love to boot, even as the moaning of a pedal steel guitar seems to cry otherwise. Similarly, "I Came Here to Live" rides on soft mandolin strumming and low-key electric guitar playing, as Cotter sings his vow to rise above his lowly station in life and to pass that determination on to a baby born with an unspecified disability. That big heart makes Brad Cotter's unveiling an event worth noting for its long-term promise. David McGee, Barnes & Noble