I don't know how the makers of this doc got the rights to follow up one of the best musical documentaries of all time but they are surely not worthy. There is some real talent in Nashville but the group this doc focuses on come off as something like entitled high schoolers.

I was hoping to come away from this doc with a fresh list of music to check out but there wasn't one that really stuck out to me.

It's always a pleasure to hear from Guy but I thought the interactions with him could have been handled with more care.

Fancy restaurants and bougie parties are not outlaw country as far as I'm concerned.

This has only 11 ratings at the time of writing this, but I caught it on a Sky Arts streaming service in the UK, so more people might see it. If you're a fan of the original 70s documentary.. be warned.

I made it about halfway through. An aged Guy Clark pops up and there's input from David Allen Coe (maybe not exclusive to this doc), but most of the film follows performances and downtime of a few young, modern Nashville musicians. All of them forgettable.

After a couple of songs by two of these perps, I had coined the phrase "Coldplay country" in my head and it really got no better. The songs are weak and whiney in a way that their 70s forebears were not, interspersed with bizarre U2-esque howling; played by off-the-peg hipsters with bad tattoos and Asos denim; all of whom have a smug yet self-conscious, quiet arrogance that make them eminently punchable. There's a low point where one of these goons talks about how easy it has been for him to buy a fairly large house, and how he intends to become a landlord off the back of the purchase.

I do not think Townes Van Zandt was ever a landlord. You have been warned.