The 30 Best Country and Americana Albums of 2020

Is a traditional bluegrass album of older material the most creative thing Sturgill Simpson, or anyone, could have done in quarantine? Maybe not. Is it as wild and unexpected as his previous genre-defying LPs? Of course not. But there’s a lot to love about Cuttin’ Grass Vol. 1 — The Butcher Shoppe Sessions, not least of all being the proven versatility of Simpson’s catalog. Songs like “Breaker’s Roar” and “Turtles All the Way Down” take on entirely new textures when set to strings and fiddle, and the timeless sound amps up the mythos and tender qualities of Simpson’s songwriting. He followed it up with a second volume, surprise-released in December. —C.S.

Despite the sardonic album title, Gabe Lee’s Honky Tonk Hell is full of rough-around-the-edges country songs that you’d love to hear come on any bar’s jukebox. But it’s got a helluva lot of soul too. “Emmylou” starts off as a heartbreak tune and ends up at an accurate portrayal of depression. “Babylon” sees Lee channeling Dylan by way of the War on Drugs, capturing the bittersweet triumph of getting sober and growing up. And while Lee’s got the balls to directly call out “phony-ass country songs” made in his hometown of Nashville, it’s not completely necessary — the music does all the talking for him. —C.S.

Few country bands enjoy throwing curveballs as much as Texas heroes Mike and the Moonpies. Their 2019 LP Cheap Silver and Solid Country Gold was cut at Abbey Road and paired a string section with Telecasters and steel. For the follow-up, they raided the archives of tragic barroom singer Gary Stewart, transforming unfinished sketches into works of honky-tonk art. The LP contains two instant classics: singer Mike Harmeier’s duet with Midland’s Mark Wystrach on the forlorn “Smooth Shot of Whiskey,” and “The Gold Barstool,” in which Harmeier does his best Stewart quaver. Aliens land on Earth asking about country music? This is what you hand them. —J.H.

Though the Latin-music influence has been evident in Mavericks recordings for years, the eclectic country-rock group had never made a full-on Spanish-language album until 2020’s En Español. The result was a masterful grouping of originals and covers that spanned a variety of styles, with Cuban American frontman Raul Malo once again making a case for himself as the greatest singer working in roots music. Somehow it all hangs together beautifully, from the versions of classics like Omara Portuondo’s brassy “La Sitiera,” Javier Solis’ “Sombras Nada Más,” and Álvaro Carillo’s bolero “Sabor a Mi” to the group’s originals like the upbeat “Poder Vivir” and the wistful “Pensando en Ti.” Taken as a whole, it’s a convincing argument that Americana music, such as it is, should include all of the Americas. —J.F.

“Don’t you hate when people say, ‘It is what it is,’” Lilly Hiatt sings in “P-Town.” But there’s nothing left to fate on the songwriter’s Walking Proof, a deliberate record of tight jangle-rock songs and ethereal ballads. Like “P-Town,” “Brightest Star” mines R.E.M. Monster-era guitars, while the hypnotic “Drawl” is a meditation on self-repair. In “Little Believer,” she tells a tale of neglect with an author’s attention to detail (“A man caught a shark and he set it free/I started clapping, and he laughed at me”). Hiatt found her voice on 2017’s Trinity Lane; here, she fine-tunes her instrument into the sound of a new Nashville. —J.H.

After sticking fairly close to his rock lineage on two previous solo albums, the Gaslight Anthem frontman threw himself into a new Americana direction on his third. It suits him. Local Honey is as warm and comforting as its title, full of hooks and narratives that draw you in like bears to, well.… Fallon opens the LP with a message to his daughter — “In this life there will be trouble, but you shall overcome,” he assures her in “When You’re Ready.” In the most Gaslight-sounding track on the record, “21 Days,” he stares down bad habits. Acoustic guitars and keys, even upright bass, frame most of the songs, and Fallon is perfectly comfortable without a loud amp behind him. Local Honey is the sound of getting older with grace and purpose. —J.H.

Colorado-born Ingrid Andress put together a charming and polished debut album in Lady Like, blending her pop smarts with relatable, vivid storytelling. The singer-pianist’s formal training in composition comes through, from the instantly memorable hook of her exquisite breakout hit “More Hearts Than Mine” to the starting-over pleas of “The Stranger.” Elsewhere, Andress shows that she could just as easily write a banger as a stately ballad (see the thrilling rush of a heartbroken woman taking some “Bad Advice,” and her description of exorcising a breakup by dancing through tears in “Life of the Party”). Of all of Nashville’s many attempts to bridge modern pop and country in the past year, few were as quietly assured as Lady Like. —J.F.

Marcus King has rightfully earned raves for his fluid guitar playing, a seamless style that evokes Duane Allman and Freddie King. But on El Dorado, it’s his pliable voice that snaps you to attention. Guided by producer Dan Auerbach, King sings with vulnerable emotion on easy-flowing ballads like “Beautiful Stranger” and “Break.” He gets down and dirty as well: In “Say You Will” and “The Well,” he’s all fire and brimstone, drawing out notes with fervor. There’s a certain magic in El Dorado‘s accessibility too. While some blues-based albums can drag and drone on, King and Auerbach keep you engaged, dialing up the Southern rock one moment, before veering to country the next. —J.H.

There really was no prettier album in country music this year than Austin-based singer-songwriter Tessy Lou Williams’ self-titled debut. A mix of traditional Tennessee bluegrass and the Montana mountain music that Williams grew up on permeates the whole record, but it’s her crystal-clear voice and contemporary songwriting that prevents it all from sounding too stodgy. “Mountain Time in Memphis” is the standout track, a homesick anthem for anyone who’s been stuck 1,800 miles away from loved ones this year. —C.S.

Cam’s third album presents such an effortless merging of country and pop as to make one question why country singers so often agonize over that move in the first place. Cam’s first LP in five years is bursting with slow-jam synth-rock (“’Til There’s Nothing Left”), harmony power pop (“Diane”), disco funk (the title track), and piano confessionals (“Girl Like Me).” Plus, its 11 songs are laced with Cam’s sharp knack for emotional narratives. That’s most evident on stripped-down tunes like “Redwood Tree” and “Like a Movie.” “You’ve got the roots,” she sings to a backyard tree in the former, a moving tale of escape and coming of age. “I’ve got the wind.” —J.B.

It’s strange to think that William Prince’s Reliever was written and released before the pandemic set in, seeing as how it’s an album about grappling with immense loss and finding ways to keep living. Hailing from the Peguis First Nation in Manitoba, Prince brings his warm, comforting baritone to a surprisingly uplifting set of songs produced by Dave Cobb and Scott Nolan that touch on breaking up (“Always Have What We Have”), his father’s death (“Great Wide Open”), and his own role as a father (“That’s All I’ll Ever Be”). In “Leave It by the Sea,” Prince imagines the English coast as a place to let go of all his burdens. “I’m an anchor now/Keep me or throw me out,” he sings. It’s one of those songs that captures something quiet and personal at the time, but now feels resonant and universal as we look toward (hopefully) better days in 2021. —J.F.

Just when you think you know a band.… After four albums, including this year’s Country Fuzz, Nashville’s long-haired country-rock trio blew up their sound and image with this surprise release, a collection of funky-AF tracks primarily recorded on their tour bus just before lockdown. Singer Jaren Johnston’s drawl is especially syrupy, as drummer Neil Mason and lap-steel wiz Kelby Ray (now on bass!) carve out a groove on songs like “Road Soda,” “Money Ain’t Shit,” and the puff-puff-pass jam “Devil’s Lettuce.” The killer, though, is “Sabbath on Cornbread,” which finds Johnston summing up the TC3 sound with a boast: “Some might call us a crossbreed/Some just call us the best.” On this blast of an LP, they make a solid case. —J.H.

Georgia native Caylee Hammack is delightfully extra on her supremely confident debut album, nodding to Nineties alt-rock (“Just Friends”), classic country sass (“Redhead”), and soaring power balladry (“Forged in the Fire”) while spilling personality from every direction. She gives a little backhanded gratefulness to an ex for showing her how strong she is in “Preciatcha,” and then just shakes another right out of her hair in the breezy, groove-driven “New Level of Life.” Best of all was the single “Small Town Hypocrite,” a devastating ballad about the guy who broke her heart that felt so intimately specific, with weary anger so finely honed, that it was hard to imagine what heights Hammack could reach on her second album. —J.F.

Nashville’s pre-eminent rabble-rouser Margo Price leaned more toward her classic-rock influences on That’s How Rumors Get Started, produced with the help of like-minded maverick Sturgill Simpson. Shades of Fleetwood Mac and the Grateful Dead course through the songs, which tackle the sacrifices of parenthood (“Gone to Stay”), fame (“Twinkle Twinkle”), and the touring life (“Prisoners of the Highway”). Even more compelling are the blazing vocal showcases, like the astonishing “I’d Die for You,” and out-there sound experiments, such as the pulsing, icy New Wave of “Heartless Mind.” Three albums in, Price continues to refine her restless, disruptive approach to making country music. —J.F.

Alabama sisters Lydia and Laura Rogers hit their stride on their gorgeous fourth album, a Brandi Carlile-produced effort that tackles aging, sexual assault, restlessness, and the supernatural with equal parts humor and grace. The singer-songwriters alternate between bouncy piano pop (“Hand Over My Heart”) and ages-old folk noir (“Fair”) to great effect, never settling for or relying on their Muscle Shoals country-soul comfort zone. The result is the most moving, lasting statement of their career. “It doesn’t matter when you bloom,” as the sisters put it, in their trademark harmony. “It matters that you do.” —J.B.

What’s a band to do when you record an album designed to be played live in huge venues and the entire world shuts down? If you’re Brothers Osborne, you give the people what they want and put the damn thing out anyway. Skeletons, the sibling duo’s third studio album, centers their dual-guitar attack and goes big on attitude, calling out infidelity in the thumping title track, pleading for togetherness in the jammy “Hatin’ Somebody,” and mixing the funk of Prince with pulse-quickening rock & roll in “All the Good Ones Are.” At seemingly every turn, the interplay between T.J. Osborne’s baritone and John Osborne’s guitar offer evidence that they sound like no one else in country — or rock. Play it loud. —J.F.

Jason Isbell continued his reign as Nashville’s most empathetic wordsmith with his seventh album. A slightly more subdued production than 2018’s stormy The Nashville Sound, the LP still cuts deep lyrically with ballads like “Only Children” and “Dreamsicle” — “New sneakers on a high school court/And you swore you’d be there,” he sings in the latter. The impassioned “Be Afraid” takes aim at silence in the wake of injustice, with Isbell proclaiming, “If your words add up to nothing, then you’re making a choice.” His keen self-awareness has always been a core component of his work, and like the hard-fought sobriety he chronicled in “It Gets Easier,” he doesn’t always have the answers. On Reunions, Isbell is willing to keep pushing forward anyway. —J.F.

On her first album in eight years, the aughts alt-country luminary reintroduces herself as a wise and winking roots-pop auteur. On shimmering tracks like “Options Open” and “Glenfern,” she puts forth the radical notion that middle-age need not be an occasion for crisis, but instead, an opportunity for rebirth, reinvention, and reflection. As she indicates on “Fool’s Ride,” it’s also the perfect time to make new mistakes. It all adds up to a profound portrait of an artist who’s rediscovered their joy in music-making, which shines through in each song. Edwards puts it most plainly early on: “I am so thankful for it.” —J.B.

Waylon Payne’s second album arrived some 16 years after his promising debut, with a period of shattering family loss and self-destructive behavior between. The son of Seventies country star Sammi Smith and Willie Nelson’s longtime guitarist Jody Payne, Waylon recounts his journey to live as an out gay man, his struggle with addiction, and his eventual recovery with startling clarity and detail across the four acts of Blue Eyes. There’s loose, freewheeling Americana (“Sins of the Father”), lush countrypolitan (“Shiver”), and tender ballads (“Precious Thing”), laid out in a chronological order that crawls deep into darkness before finally finding some light. But since it’s about real life and not some made-up story, there aren’t any neat resolutions — just a sense of gratitude that he was still around to be able to sing about it. —J.F.

The past few years have been a boom for cowboys and outlaws, in country music and in the wider cultural consciousness. Brandy Clark’s Grammy-nominated Your Life Is a Record takes a more rarified approach to the Western — sweeping desert vistas, cinematic strings, and good old-fashioned storytelling. It sounds like the stuff of John Ford movies, but what Clark continues to excel at is highlighting everyday people and emotions. She’s so self-aware of her fixation on turning heartbreak into art that it’s the basis for the whole album’s concept, with opening track “I’ll Be the Sad Song” as its thesis statement. —C.S.

Kelsea Ballerini will not be deterred. Despite her album Kelsea almost being swallowed whole at the start of the pandemic, she proved herself to be a songwriter clever enough to transform dull industry maneuverings — in this case, her cautious crossover pop ambitions — into fodder for a quasi-concept album about the comforts of past acceptance and fears of future rejection. “If I let down my hair in the ocean air,” as Ballerini sings on “LA,” “will Tennessee be mad at me?” She answered the question herself on the stripped-down companion album Ballerini, released a few months later, which further displayed her versatility. Whether polished on Kelsea or laid bare on Ballerini, these songs were undeniable. —J.B.

The country troubadour’s last release — the 2017 two-album set From A Room — was ambitious but unwieldy. On the aptly titled Starting Over, Chris Stapleton distills what he does best over 14 tracks. There’s blues (“Devil Always Made Me Think Twice”), rock (“Watch You Burn”), R&B (“You Should Probably Leave”), and, on the title track, the old-school country he’s been credited with helping revive. Stapleton also benefits from the addition of a pair of rock legends: Heartbreakers-for-life Benmont Tench and Mike Campbell pop up throughout, adding a classic-rock vibe to the record, specifically on the roadhouse barnburner “Arkansas.” —J.H.

Country music’s trip-takin’ good ol’ boy got back to basics on this homespun album with producer Brad Cook (Waxahatchee). The vibe alternates between that of campfire raconteur and street-corner busker, with Cobb waxing nostalgic about his beloved Georgia home in some songs (“This Side of the River”) and mulling the moral responsibility of the artist in others (“Shut Up and Sing”). It’s all shot through with Cobb’s easygoing charm, a songwriter who can politely ask you to buzz off in a line like “What I am smoking don’t concern you” (“Dust Under My Rug”) and then offer advice you didn’t even know you needed: “The best thing you can do when the ignorance shows/Is walk on to your own beat and keep ’em on they toes.” —J.H.

One of America’s greatest living songwriters, Lucinda Williams dissects political, societal, and personal dysfunction on this focused, rock-forward record. Setting aside the blues detours of past efforts, she turns up the amps and gets down to business, eviscerating a now-loser president on “Man Without a Soul,” taking 2020 to task in “Bad News Blues,” and threatening a perennial “thorn in my side” in the ferocious “Bone of Contention.” The performances are all vibrant and intense — a cover of Greg Garing’s “Down Past the Bottom” is simply terrifying — putting Williams’ famously breathy voice right in your ear. She reunited with co-producer Ray Kennedy for the first time since the 1998 watershed Car Wheels on a Gravel Road. It was worth the wait. —J.H.

The second album from Hailey Whitters established the Iowa native as one of the most exciting artists working in the blurry margins between mainstream country and the Americana-leaning singer-songwriter genre. The gorgeous “Red Wine & Blue” showed that Whitters understands Nashville wordplay better than anyone, and the New Wave precision of “Dream, Girl” forecasted her knack for pop hooks, while the tearjerker album centerpiece “Janice at the Hotel Bar” displayed the songwriter’s deep empathy. The Dream is the type of record that could propel an artist as talented as Whitters in a million different directions. —J.B.

Joshua Ray Walker had an especially shit year. His father died, his income dried up, home repairs displaced him to a hotel, and he was even audited by the IRS. But the Dallas singer-guitarist persevered to release one of the most vibrant country LPs of this god-awful 2020. Glad You Made It is an affirmation of life — the good, the bad, and the tragic. He ideates about suicide in the ghostly “Voices,” plays pretend cowboy in the steel-guitar rave-up “Bronco’s Billy,” and profiles an objectified showroom model in the character study “Boat Show Girl.” In the euphoric “True Love,” he juxtaposes heartbreaking lyrics about the temporal nature of romance (“True love was meant to fade”) with a breakneck beat. Walker is a complicated figure — lucky us he’s unafraid to publicly work through his issues. —J.H.

You have to admire the self-awareness of Brett Eldredge. Realizing a certain weight was missing from his songs — many of them Number Ones — he threw away the script to write and record an album of mature country music. Artistically, the risk paid off. Sunday Drive, built around organic instruments and therapy-level introspection, finds the golden-voiced Eldredge in the zone, diving deep into ruminations of lost love (the criminally underappreciated “Gabrielle”), the aging process (the stellar title track), and following your bliss (the piano mission statement “Where the Heart Is”). Country radio may be slow to embrace Eldredge’s new path, but it’s one that only true artists walk. —J.H.

The most thrilling country-roots debut of 2020 was this warm collection from the Nashville-by-way-of-Georgia singer-songwriter Katie Pruitt. Expectations is an effortless mix of Fleetwood Mac-style AM Gold (the title track), sharp folk noir (“Grace Has a Gun”), and Brandi Carlile-indebted piano balladry (“Georgia”). Pruitt commands all of the above so forcefully that she’s able to tuck away the album’s most emotionally affecting moment toward the very end, on the moving country coming-out tale “Loving Her”: “If loving her is wrong and it’s not right to write this song,” she sings, before landing her defiant taunt: “Then … you can turn the damn thing off.” —J.B.

With some of the best songs of her career, her band Gravy at her side, and producer Butch Walker behind the console, Nashville singer-songwriter Elizabeth Cook headed to L.A. to make a banger of an album. While it may be more West Coast shine than Tennessee dirt, the country livin’ in the lyrics is unmistakable. She writes of playing loose with the truth in “Two Chords and a Lie,” drops redneck bon mots like “Don’t go selling crazy/We’re stocked up here” in “These Days,” and puts you right in the room with her and her ailing father in “Daddy I Got Love for You.” Egged on by Walker in brawny tracks like “Bones,” Cook even reveals her inner rock goddess. The results are glorious. —J.H.