The buttery goodness of The Pink Stones radiates on their latest record, Thank the Lord, it’s The Pink Stones, a collection that feels both fresh & timeless. Rooted in the spirit of late-60s Americana, the Athens, Georgia band channels the easy-rolling sway of The Flying Burrito Brothers or The Byrds while sharpening their own distinct voice across eleven original tracks.
This is a record that feels mature & deliberate. Thank the Lord… expands outward, drawing threads from classic country, psych-rock, & soulful folk, weaving them into a sound that feels expansive without ever losing its center. Frontman Hunter Pinkston sums it up best: “A lot has changed since the last record. We’ve grown up, traveled all over the world, said goodbye to old bandmates & welcomed new ones. All of that’s helped our sound grow and evolve into what it is now.” That sense of lived experience lingers in every song, giving the album a grounded confidence.
The Pink Stones are frontman Hunter Pinkston on guitar, vocals, and mandolin; Caleb Boese on pedal steel; Michael Alexander on drums; Adam Wayton on bass; and Neil Golden on organ & piano – plays with a looseness that never drifts into carelessness. Their arrangements are lush but never overcrowded, with pedal steel lines bending like sunlight, mandolin & guitar weaving playful counterpoints, & organ grooves adding a warm undercurrent. The result is music that feels both playful & serious, pickin’ & grinnin’ with just enough sinning to keep things interesting.
What makes these songs shine is their blend of wit & heart. The writing is humble, often laced with wry, sardonic humor, but never cynical. Each track carries an ease that masks the craft behind it – storytelling that paints vivid portraits, delivered with melodies that feel as natural as a southern breeze. Thank the Lord, it’s The Pink Stones is the sound of a group fully inhabiting its identity, rooted in tradition while reaching for something bigger.. something of their own.
– @meanwhile_in_music
