Hank Williams III is an outlaw. Just ask him, he'll tell you...actually, you really don't need to bother, because
Hank III goes out of his way to tell us about his whiskey guzzling, dope smoking, hell raising ways on nearly every track of his fourth album,
Damn Right, Rebel Proud. While
Hank made it clear on
Risin' Outlaw and
Lovesick, Broke & Driftin' that he had no use for the watered-down formula pablum that oozes out of Nashville these days, it wasn't until 2006's
Straight to Hell that he made a record that really honored the hard-wired spirit of a guy who played bass with
Superjoint Ritual when he wasn't singing pure, unfiltered honky honk
country.
Damn Right, Rebel Proud picks up where
Straight to Hell left off, and like that album it's enthusiastically offensive enough that
Curb Records has declined to put their name on it, instead reviving the
Sidewalk Records imprint to keep a safe distance from songs like
"Candidate for Suicide," "H8 Line," and
"P.F.F" (which stands for "punch, fight and f -- -"). From a musical standpoint,
Damn Right, Rebel Proud is every bit as solid as
Straight to Hell; the weatherbeaten twang of
Hank's voice is the perfect instrument for his updated
honky tonk howl, and his band (especially
Andy Gibson on steel guitar and Dobro and
Johnny Hiland on lead guitar) cooks with gas, sounding tighter than ever and roaring with enthusiasm at a speed that would send most
country acts off the rails. But lyrically, too much of the time all
Hank has to tell us is he's messed up and ready to rearrange some faces, and while these are inarguably classic themes in both
country and
metal, he hasn't found enough ways to rework the formula to make the same message compelling for 50 minutes. It's worth noting two of the album's best tunes are ones that find something else to focus on --
"The Grand Ole Opry (Ain't So Grand)" takes Nashville's most venerable institution to task (with good cause) for disrespecting
Hank's granddaddy and whitewashing
country's history, while
"I Wish I Knew" is a broken-hearted lament that's a first-class beer-drinking weeper. But when
Hank takes on the voice of a rape victim, throws a cookie monster howl over the tale of a jacked-up trucker, or pays apparently sincere homage to
G.G. Allin (who wasn't an outlaw so much as a psychopath -- just ask the woman he set on fire), he overplays his hardcore hand and sounds like he's writing for a third-rate
black metal band, and
Hank has made it clear he's capable of better things. Before
Hank III makes his next album, maybe he should ask himself a question
Waylon Jennings posed many years ago --
"Don't You Think This Outlaw Bit's Done Got out of Hand?" ~ Mark Deming
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