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Controversial even before its release, Toby Keith's Unleashed positions him as the latest defender of the American Way. His roiling post-9/11 manifesto, "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue (The Angry American)," lays out a vision of unrelenting vengeance directed at the punks who attacked the United States, as it gleefully asserts, "You'll be sorry that you messed with/the U.S. of A/'Cause we'll put a boot in your ass/It's the American way." The song won't appeal to everyone, obviously, but its fierce outrage is expressed far more eloquently than the chorus might suggest. But there's more to Unleashed -- Keith's robust baritone and can-do attitude bespeak a man with a purpose, and he deploys it in the service of some damn fine hard-country music. A moaning pedal steel, whimsical lyrics, and a tender vocal make "Huckleberry" the most engaging love song in Keith's repertoire. A brisk shuffle and lyrics delivered rapid-fire provide the ballast for a forthright declaration of self-reliance, "It Works for Me." Willie Nelson shows up to help Keith kick ass on "Beer for My Horses," a rowdy, honky-tonkin', pre-9/11 Keith original that takes an uncompromising law-and-order line against "evil forces" at loose on the land. The big, booming power ballad "Rock You Baby," with Lari White on background vocals, beautifully blends soft passages with a soaring chorus, as Keith navigates through the arrangement with authority and deep feeling. Well-crafted original songs with an assured point of view, played with conviction and performed with a lot of heart, define Unleashed, one of the meatiest albums of the year. David McGee
All Music Guide
Toby Keith was edging in on superstardom prior to the release of Unleashed -- he appeared on a national long-distance telephone commercial, after all -- but this was the record that made him a household name, thanks to the opening track "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue (The Angry American)" and the media-created controversy surrounding its release. The rabble-rousing, obstinate flip-side to Alan Jackson's "Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning" -- essentially, a 9-11 song for those who thought Jackson's heartbroken confusion was for pansies, but weren't redneck enough to embrace Charlie Daniels' "That Ain't No Rag, It's a Flag" or "The Last Fallen Hero" -- "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue" is, as its subtitle suggests, filled with anger, telling the terrorists (whose "suckerpunch came flying in from somewhere in the back," a rhyme so tantalizingly close to "somewhere in Iraq," you will yourself to hear it every time it plays) that they'll "get a boot in their ass, it's the American way." Keith was scheduled to sing this on an ABC special on the fourth of July (not too coincidentally mentioned in the song), when apparently Peter Jennings objected to the tone of the song and asked the network to rescind the singer's invitation, which then lead to reams of print and countless TV appearances that effectively sold Unleashed before it hit the stores.
As it turns out, "Courtesy" is a bit misleading of a lead single, as is the title, since most of this album is hardly tough macho posturing. Sure, there's some of it -- such as the absurdly anthemic "Beer for My Horses," a duet with Willie Nelson where the two of them hunt down modern day gangsters like cowboys, then drink to their accomplishments -- but most of this album is tuneful singer/songwriterism, particularly on the second side, where this album really takes off with a series of rolling, melodic, acoustic-based songs that truly demonstrate that Keith can be a sturdy, memorable songwriter. True, he does descend into cloying cuteness on occasion ("Huckleberry"), but the stretch of songs from "It Works for Me" through "That's Not How It Is" that ends the record is among his finest, and they're balanced by a couple of good moments from the first side (the silly fun of "Good to Go to Mexico," "Losing My Touch") and, of course, "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue." That song may mischaracterize what's on Unleashed, but those who are brought in by that slice of flag-waving jingoism should be pleased by the sweeter fare here since, ultimately, it proves to be more substantive. Stephen Thomas Erlewine