Sunny Sweeney is the party and the morning after. She's the quip that makes you laugh and the truth that makes you cry, the devil that's egging you on and the angel whispering that you aren't alone. But those compelling contradictions aren't what's most interesting about Sweeney: it's the depth and brazen authenticity she brings to all her roles that grabs you and won't let go. "I've grown up doing the bar scenes, and you have to have drinking and partying songs there--you have to, " Sweeney says. "Now, my songs are still about the same things, but I feel like they're more mature versions."
Sweeney's salty wisdom and Texas-hewn soprano have never sounded stronger than they do on Trophy, her anticipated new album. Trophy is a breakthrough--the album we all suspected she was capable of making. The wit and honesty that have always defined her stone-cold country have blossomed into confessional, complex songwriting for grown-ups, still whiskey-drenched and honk-tonk-ready. Drugs, death, the ex-wife, drinking, devotion, and longing for a child: it's all here, raw and real.
"I have not felt this good about music in a really long time," Sweeney says from her front porch in Texas. "I'm really excited."