What can you possibly say about an album that opens with the South's version of a folk song about love and lust and sex and babies and being arrested, all because the two main characters are brother and sister (and according to the liner notes based on a true story) and you find yourself singing along with the chorus with the same conviction as the narrator? Think Southern Rock, a dash of early REM, and the emotional intensity of Nirvana.

DBT sounds like the songs were chased with a Long Neck after a shot of Wild Turkey. "Hell No, I Ain't Happy" is absofreakinglutely right. This is a dark album on the failures of men and women, marriage, bankers, incest, suicide and flowers on graves.

Drinking, and the guilt associated with it, are peculiar to the Bible Belt. Drinking, in large parts of the South, is the absolute worst sin there is, maybe more so than being gay. Everything bad flows from the end of a bottle. From "Your Daddy Hates Me:"

I know your Daddy hates me
and I drink more than a whale
buy my failure ain't for lack of trying
it's just a little too late now to prevail.

And, "When the Pin Hits the Shell:"

And the same God that you're so afraid of
is gonna send you to hell
is the same one you're going to answer
to when the pin hits the shell.

DBT went through some serious stuff, because this album is about disintegration and what happens at the end. "Marry Me" and "Sounds Better in the Song" are the two songs that connect the dots. (Note: I merged the lyrics from both songs)