No, that burning you feel in your genitals isn’t from erotic allure, it’s because this song is the audio equivalent of a pussing venereal onslaught. He should have worn a rubber instead of inseminating our ear holes with this public health audio pandemic. The best part of this song ran down Aldean’s pasty inner thigh and ended up as an embarrassing stain on his $700 sheets. If the couple in this video gets turned on by shadow puppets, I can make my middle finger erect and have it look just like a love bird. How the hell is this considered “country” in any capacity? Talk about “Burnin’ It Down”, I wish the palette of votive candles featured in the stupid lyric video would set fire to the studio that birthed this monstrosity with the masters still in it. “Burnin’ It Down” isn’t for intimate couples, it’s for lonely women to get all lubed up with in anticipation of an intimate encounter with Clyde the battery-powered hammerer. This song is a awkward as a hard on in a Speedo. Mating couples won’t find “Burnin’ It Down” sexy unless they get equally horny for the annual return of the McRib. What does Aldean know about sexy time anyhow? Aldean ain’t got the moves like Jagger, he’s got the moves like Grimmace. “…with you baby layin’ right here naked in my bed.” They should exhume Barry White and make it the sole goal of the international scientific community to revive him for the exclusive purpose of kicking Jason Aldean’s ass for this song. Sorry Jason Aldean, but this song isn’t sexy, it’s creepy. A kitten aimlessly careening across a Korg keyboard in a catnip stupor could make a more compelling composition than this.
As Tom Petty would say, “ You put your name on it, but you didn’t do that.” Even the guitar tones have been been so exhaustively massaged by 1’s and 0’s they sound like the warning signals emitted from a Star Wars protocol droid right before it explosively self-destructs. This isn’t a song, this is some guy with a MacBook Pro, a tub of Red Vines, and the cool tingle of cocaine tickling the edge of his nostrils creating an electronic sound bed to send over to Aldean’s studio so he can overlay his Auto-tune’d vocals and call it good. Sexy, taking cues from Jerrod Niemann and entering the EDM space to keep the child support money streaming in.Īs the first single from his upcoming album, “Burnin’ It Down” is a Casiotone piece of impersonal electronic awfulness in which any sign of true human inspiration or involvement has been so antiseptically scrubbed in lieu of animatronic tones and absolutist perfectitudes, the term “soul” has been completely and forever banished from being associated with this robotic piece of misanthropic pap.
We see garments and shoes on the floor beside a rumpled bedspread, then two pairs of feet and two entwined and moving bodies.Since Jason Aldean has re-entered the single life after getting caught in a douche-soaked nightclub on the Sunset Strip handling up on some American Idol semifinalist castoff, now he thinks he’s Mr. Speaking of problems, the song’s lyric video adds a few more by way of the images it focuses on. “Girl, when you want it, you know that I’m on it/You know that I love lovin’ up on you/ … I wanna rock it all night/Baby girl, will you rock it out with me?/I wanna crawl through the dark/Just to feel your heart beat against me.” Aldean’s mind soon drives a big green tractor right up to the front as the song’s chorus spells out what happens next: “We’re just hangin’ around/Burnin’ it down/Sippin’ on some cold Jack Daniel’s/Jammin’ to some old Alabama with you, baby/Layin’ right here naked in my bed/ … We about to get a little tangled up right about now/So, girl, let’s keep burnin’ it down/Burnin’ it down/Burnin’ it down.”Īldean keeps reiterating how ready he is to have sex with this woman. “You slip your finger through the tear in my T-shirt/You stirrin’ up dirty in the back of my mind.” Things heat up immediately in the first verse with some lyrical foreplay. Other times, a track will just brazenly shrug off such subtlety.Ĭountry superstar Jason Aldean’s smoldering mid-tempo ballad “Burnin’ It Down” slinks it way into the latter camp. Sometimes in a song, coy lyrics paired with winking double entendres deliver one message on the surface but imply something more suggestive just below the belt.
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