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Robbie Fulks – “Fuck This Town” – Sometimes, I hate living in Nashville. And I’m not even a struggling musician. This city eats its own and shuns the outsiders. Take the case of Robbie Fulks. In “Fuck This Town,” Fulks not only tells the tale of what “Music City, USA” did to him, but puts the stories of countless others into a concise and appropriately bitter 2+ minute song. When metal was big in the ’80s, naive kids from all over, desiring fame and acclaim, were wounded and heartbroken by their experiences in Los Angeles. The same can be said of the grunge boom in the early ’90s. Nashville, however, has been doing this for many decades, and continues to do it to this day. How do they get away with it? Smoke and mirrors. The rest of the world thinks it’s just a happy-go-lucky bunch of bumpkins releasing country records, crossing their fingers for success, and saying their prayers before bed. Wrong, world! Music Row is a haven for bloodthirsty opportunists with their ears to the ground, chewing up and spitting out singers and songwriters for big profits. Nashville is where artistry goes to die. (Click here to buy the album South Mouth)