I’ve followed Blake Shelton for years—watched him climb the charts, mentor young hopefuls on The Voice, and turn heartbreak into hit after hit. But nothing prepared me for this version of Blake.
His new album, For Recreational Use Only, isn’t just another country collection with catchy choruses and barroom swagger.
There’s a boldness in this pivot. A vulnerability.
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