Luke Bryan - Crash My Party - Video, Review and Lyrics

Lyrics

It don’t matter what plans I got, I can break ‘em.
Yeah, I can turn this thing around at the next red light
And I don’t mind telling all the guys I can’t meet ‘em.
Hell, we can all go raise some hell on any other night

Girl, I don’t care. Oh I just gotta see what you’re wearing.
Your hair, is it pulled up or falling down?
Oh I just have to see it now.

[Chorus:]
If you wanna call me, call me, call me.
You don’t have to worry ‘bout it baby.
You can wake me up in the dead of the night;
Wreck my plans, baby that’s alright.
This is a drop everything kind of thing.
Swing on by I'll pour you a drink.
The door’s unlocked. I’ll leave on the lights
Baby you can crash my party anytime.

Ain’t a spot downtown that’s rockin’ the way that you rock me.
Ain’t a bar that can make me buzz the way that you do.
I could be on the front row of the best show.
And look down and see your face on my phone.
And I’m gone so long, hang on. I’ll meet you in a minute or two.

[Chorus]

If it’s 2 in the morning
And you’re feeling lonely
And wondering what I’m doing...

[Chorus:]
Go ahead and call me, call me, call me
You don’t have to worry ‘bout it baby.
You can wake me up in the dead of the night;
Wreck my plans, baby that’s alright.
This is a drop everything kind of thing.
Swing on by I'll pour you a drink.
The door’s unlocked. I’ll leave on the lights
Baby you can crash my party anytime.

(Call me, call me, call me)

Baby you can crash my party anytime. 

Review

The third time may be the charm, but for Luke Bryan, the fourth is the monster. Crash My Party, studio album No. 4 from Luke, is geared to blast the Georgia boy into the rarified air of country’s superstars. All the imagery his fans have come to demand is there: tanned legs swinging over tailgates, starry Southern nights, red Georgia clay and an endless supply of cold cans.

Two songs, in fact, have “beer” in their titles, and both are intoxicating. “Beer in the Headlights” twists the mesmerized-deer idiom with some clever wordplay, and “Drink a Beer,” co-written by Chris Stapleton, poignantly memorializes a fallen friend. Other entries excel at nostalgia.

“We Run This Town” reflects on those days when being a teenager felt like being king of the world, or at least of your small town, while “Blood Brothers” is a one-for-all/all-for-one anthem. “Dirt Road Diary,” one of two songs Luke co-wrote, is a snapshot of his upbringing. It closes out Crash My Party and stands as the album’s high point.

Conversely, the weakest track is its opener, “That’s My Kind of Night,” a mishmash of hip-hop tropes (make it rain), country clichés (diamond-plate tailgate) and inane couplets that sound like something Guy Fieri would riff on in Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives (Catch us up a little catfish dinner / Gonna sound like a winner). “Play It Again,” though likely a hit waiting to happen, also drops that same time-worn tailgate.

In the future, it’d be nice to see Luke, the reigning ACM Entertainer of the Year, grow out of the fields he’s so clearly comfortable in. But for now, if the soil is still bearing fruit, you can’t blame him for continuing to plow ahead.