It's funny how certain things like, say, male-pattern baldness or musical talent can skip a generation. Just ask Hank Williams Jr., son of one of country and honky-tonk's greats; he's probably a bit pissed that his son can channel the melancholy and fire of his granddaddy while he's still writing total shit like red-state post-9/11 anthems. It's fantastic to hear that III wants to put the 'dick back in Dixie and the cunt back in country' on Hell, an album that's basically a not-so-subtle middle finger extended to 99 per cent of all the disposable crap coming out of Nashville. Riffing on essential country fodder like drinkin', pill poppin' and murder, Williams is able to fill Hell with short, memorable tunes like Pills I Took and My Drinkin' Problem, while Angel Of Sin has all the lonesome spookiness of Williams Sr.'s Rambling Man. Grandpa would certainly be proud.