"Much of the allure here lies in the duck and dive of their two voices: Crutchfield's full of elasticity and billow, Williamson's offering a sweetness and a trill. When they meet, as on the warmly unapologetic Hurricane, something magical is sprung ... There is plenty of soft-brushed drums, banjo and steel, talk of dry counties, screened-in porches and Texas in the rear-view mirror. When Williamson hits a high, howling note around two minutes in on No Record of Wrongs, it sounds like clear mountain air".