The son of '90s country hitmaker Rhett Akins had a hand in writing every song on his debut EP, and is clearly not afraid of rhythm, intoxication or female body parts. He spends "Something To Do With My Hands" reaching for the latter while self-effacingly admitting to being lousy at sports and manual labor; he downs a couple tall ones with Jesus without being pious; he digs into some swampy frat-funk, even raps a bit, while moonshining on his porch and sharing some love potion No. 9. Then he ends with tailgate-disco that makes moonlight feel right like Starbuck in 1976. Five for five! EPs rule.