For a song about sorrow, this is actually kind of a bop. It has a nice honky-tonk groove to it. You get the sense that whatever sorrows Elle King is carrying, there real deep down there underneath the party-starting bad girl persona. It seems that King has learned the primary rule of honky-tonk divas since time immemorial: the baddest girls are the saddest girls. She has yet to make a full-on old-school country record, but I’m here for it when she does.