That's My Kind of Night - Luke Bryan
Luke Bryan – “That’s My Kind of Night”
⭐️ 1.9 / 10
Label: Cliché Hat Records, a Division of Bud Light Sounds
If a monster truck rally had sex with a Bass Pro Shops flyer during an Axe Body Spray commercial, the baby would be “That’s My Kind of Night.” And that baby would grow up to wear cargo shorts year-round and call every woman “ma’am,” regardless of age.
Luke Bryan, country music’s reigning fratboy-in-chief, delivers this track like he’s double-fisting a Natty Light and reading lyrics off the back of a hunting permit. It's less a song and more a checklist of things a 12-year-old thinks are cool: trucks, beer, girls in painted-on jeans, trucks again, the moonlight, catfish dinners, and did we mention trucks?
Musically, it’s a country song in the same way a microwave burrito is Mexican cuisine – technically accurate, deeply offensive, and likely to make you question your life choices. The beat is a Frankenstein’s monster of pop-country gloss and trap-lite drum loops, which means it will either make you dance or commit a minor crime in a Walmart parking lot.
Lyrically, Bryan sounds like he dared himself to cram every bro-country trope into a single three-minute yeehaw. "I got that real good feel good stuff up under the seat of my big black jacked-up truck" – which is exactly the kind of sentence you hear before someone revs an engine at a red light and then crashes into a Chili’s.
And don’t worry, he rhymes “corn” with “horn” and “party” with… “party.” Twice. Shakespeare is shaking in his boots.
You get the feeling that Luke Bryan wrote this on a napkin after doing shots of Fireball with the Duck Dynasty guys. And that napkin then somehow won a CMA award.
Recommended if you like:
Mud for recreational purposes
Songs that think “fishing” is a personality
The idea of consent, but not the practice
Final thought: This isn’t a song. It’s a backwards hat doing donuts in your soul.