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Megan Moroney

  • Lucky [Columbia, 2023] A-
  • Am I Okay? [Columbia Nashville, 2024] A-

Consumer Guide Reviews:

Lucky [Columbia, 2023]
Yet another intelligent young woman from the new deep south who puts more smarts into her lyrics than than any two mannish alt-rock bands chosen at random. True, she does have male song doctors at the ready, although it could be that they're there primarily to help her with the kind of hooks that'll nail "Tonight my only ambition/Is to make a bad decision," "I sleep on my side/And you sleep with everyone," and "You can't love the boy more than you love the girl in the mirror." For sure the all-Moroney closer with its "I write sad songs for sad people/But I wrote this love song for you" summum gives a romantic reason to hope so. A-

Am I Okay? [Columbia Nashville, 2024]
Moroney has writing credit on all 13 of these varied and well-crafted songs about romantic bliss gone bad and nothing but romantic bliss gone bad, although an actual-count 15 song doctors, 10 of them male, also pitch in on between one and six of them. Key indicators include "I'd sound good with your last name," "Mama I lied he ain't a good guy," "When I lie down next to him/I'd rather be with you," "Bet you didn't think you'd wind up in a song," "two months deep in therapy," "another three-six-five have come and gone," "I see your truck and I don't give a," "I hope you're happy as can be/I hope it don't get back to me," and the magnificent and quite literal in its fanciful way "Yeah it hurt like hell/But hell it could have been worse/At least my whole world left me for Miss Universe." A-