In a musical landscape of period-correct reproduction, ""outlaw"" internet posturing, and flavor-of-the-month variants on country, ""JP Harris Is A Trash Fire"" burns bright as a dumpster in a Walmart parking lot on a moonless night; some will fear it, some will gravitate to it's acrid warmth, and most will have no idea what to make of the situation. Harris has been steadily elbowing the definitive boundaries of ""country music"" wider with every album, both sonically and lyrically, and his latest piece of self described ""Avant-Country"" is no exception.
