All American Made
America, in Margo Price’s country music, is not majestic, sprawling, or inviting. It’s broken. It’s oppressive. It’s stolen.
Her second album, All American Made, plays out like a realist, modern Western film, offering a stark survey of a country whose “cowboys” are city-dwelling music industry vampires; whose farms are bankrupt and acquired by corporate overlords; whose citizens are treated like dirt because of their gender.