Ryan Charles, the cowboy-hat-wearing, mustache-sporting lovechild of Lil Nas X and Yosemite Sam, has returned from the Wyoming wormhole to deliver Duffy’s Bluff—a music video so bizarre and boot-stompin’ bonkers it makes Tiger King look like a TED Talk.
The video opens with Charles somewhere between a dive bar and a cosmic rodeo, rhyming like a honky-tonk Eminem while dressed like he lost a bet in a thrift store. The beat slaps harder than your drunk uncle at Thanksgiving, and the visuals? Jesus take the wheel. There are flamingos. There are dancing cows. There is an inexplicable amount of denim. At one point, I’m pretty sure he’s rapping to a taxidermied armadillo. Or maybe I imagined that. Doesn’t matter. It fits.
Duffy’s Bluff is not a place. It’s a lifestyle. It’s that moment at 2:34 a.m. when you’re eight Coors Lights deep, screaming “YEE-F***IN-HAW” on a mechanical bull that smells like regret and Axe body spray. The lyrics make about as much sense as a squirrel in a tumble dryer, but they go hard, and that’s what counts.
Somewhere between cowboy trap and rodeo fever dream, Ryan Charles manages to both honor and annihilate country music in the same breath. It’s foul, it’s funky, and it’s freakin’ fantastic.
Final verdict:
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Would watch again. Possibly on mushrooms. Definitely not sober.
