The wide-brimmed hat reveals his proud southern heritage. Piercing eyes flash the integrity he values above all else. Worn-in boots bare the scars of countless hours under the hot sun. And that easy smile hints at the soul of a Western poet.
Yes, what you see is what you get. And what you hear? Well, that works just the same. “It’s old school with a new flair,” King says simply.
One of country’s new crop of modern traditionalists, he’s never lived outside the endless plains of West Texas – and his sound is steeped in their timeless beauty, both gritty and graceful at the same time. Now produced by traditional torchbearers Bart Butler and Ryan Gore (Jon Pardi), King’s music captures that essence, showcasing a talent who’s never been afraid to be himself.
“If you’re trying to pin me down as a very specific artist, there’s no other way to put it than ‘I’m Randall King,'” he proclaims. “And ain’t nobody gonna tell me who I’m gonna be, either.”
Born into a long line of heavy-hauling truckers, King grew up singing in the back of a ’93 Chevy Suburban, joyfully mimicking the pure-country vocals of stars like Keith Whitley, George Strait, Alan Jackson and John Anderson. Later on he was drawn to the electrifying energy of modern stars like Eric Church, Dierks Bentley and Jason Aldean, and began writing his first songs in high school. He formed a hard-charging band in college that fused those two inspirations, diving head first into the singer-songwriter scene at Lubbock’s iconic Blue Light.