"...Deep, dark depression, excessive misery..."Rex Hobart doesn't cover that old "Hee-Haw" tune on this album ('cause then he'd have to crack a smile...) but the message is pretty much the same. This record, a concept album if I'm not mistaken, kicks off with four mercilessly dark songs that chart the utter destruction of a love affair, and after our hero moves out and starts hittin' the bars, things really start to get bad. There are the late night phone calls, the suggestion of make-up and/or sympathy sex, and the long hours spent staring in the mirror, not liking what you see. Yeah, Hobart lays it on pretty thick, but this is hick music that's still got some bite. I'll take this over anything Kenny Chesney has to offer, any day.