Sophie Gault has always been a little unhinged. The Nashville-based Americana rocker writes songs that swagger, stumble, and bleed, and her third album, Unhinged, doubles down on the risk-taking that’s carried her from dive bars to big tents.

It’s a fast, reckless ride through cow-punk Buck Owens, punked-up Robert Johnson, blackjack tables, and backroom heartbreak. The sound of doubling down on 17 when everyone screams “No”—and winning.

The songs twist between the sly revenge of “Merlot Dodge Dart,” the fingerpicked confession of “Chestnut St,” the cocky sway of the title track, and the water-lit ache of “Is There Anyone Out There,” sung with Gurf Morlix himself. Tradition gets honored, flipped, and kicked over across ten tracks that raise a glass to the chaos of life.

Dirty guitars snarl. Her voice smolders one moment and cuts like a katana the next—raw, wild, unapologetic.

With Unhinged, Sophie Gault proves the most outlaw thing you can do is trust your gut and live with the outcome. Raise a glass, place your bet, and get a little Unhinged.