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Country-Rock Hunk No. 1, Rodney Atkins, wants y'all ladies to know about a few of his favorite things: bird dogs, honkytonks, blackjack, pickup trucks, sparkplugs, beer pong, throwin' darts, and extra innings. Hunk No. 2, Eric Church, digs smallmouth bass, Faulkner, NASCAR, Red Man (the tobacky, not the rapper), mustard on fries, sleeping in on Saturdays, not acting his age (32), and—hell, yes—his truck. Finally, Hunk No. 3, Pat Green, goes for pawn-shop guitars, crackers in his chili, trustworthy mechanics, inner-city teachers, laid-off Detroit factory workers, boxers past their prime, and giving ex-cons a second chance.
Green's thoughtful list, as presented on the title track to his new What I'm For, reads like a cross between Alabama's "40 Hour Week" and Roxy Music's "Manifesto," and his motto—that if you know what he's for, you don't need to ask what he's against—may well be a sign of the times as Nashville awkwardly adapts to a more liberal era. But his fellow hunks also know who butters their bread: On Atkins's "Best Things" (off It's America) and Church's "Love Your Love the Most" (off Carolina), they concede that, as cool as all this stuff might be, it still can't compare to a good woman. All three songs appear on country albums out in recent weeks, alongside efforts by Keith Urban (Defying Gravity), Jason Aldean (Wide Open), and Dierks Bentley (Feel That Fire)—none of which are used to explicitly tally what those guys like, though none of them seem to mind small towns much. Or arena-rock riffs. Or, once again, women who can turn them into better men.
That's particularly true for Urban, who's been doing the "laid-back, unshaven, Down Under himbo who just stepped off his surfboard with his greasy hair" thing for a decade now. Unsurprisingly, Defying Gravity is wall-to-wall lovey-dovey fare, primarily about kissing. I keep hoping he'll make a hot-shit guitar record someday—maybe even a live album—but he just keeps getting Ladies' Choicier. Nonetheless, he reliably still sounds more like John Waite (production-wise), Don Henley (vocal-wise), and Lindsey Buckingham (guitar-wise) than like George Strait or Randy Travis. And he's still most fun when he makes lazy haziness his point (surrounded by audible waves and Ferris wheels in " 'Til Summer Comes Around") or powers his jangle-pop like Bryan Adams crushing on Tom Petty ("Standing Right in Front of You"). He's least fun when he ends his album apologizing through a dark night of the soul, seemingly praising wifey Nicole Kidman for saving him from all that coke—even calling himself "born again," despite being Catholic.
Pat Green ends What I'm For uncharacteristically gloomy and sober, too—"In the Middle of the Night" of a cold, lonely, overwrought Boston winter, contemplating "shooting my soul right through the ceiling." The longtime DIY guy has been gravitating toward heartland rock since he sold his San Antonio soul to Music City earlier this decade; the only time the word "country" shows up on his current publicity one-sheet is in the title to his paradoxically Mellencampish current single "Country Star." His previous hit, "Let Me," swiped its guitar hook straight from Seals & Crofts' "Summer Breeze." (See also: Urban's "Only You Can Love Me This Way" = America's "Ventura Highway" = Bentley's "Better Believer" = Ringo Starr's "Photograph.") More Green lights: a gorgeously fugue-y ode to hard-luck siblings, a hangover number that chimes like "(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace Love and Understanding," and some perfectly humid swamp-soul about how we are all prostitutes.
Like Green's "Lucky," Rodney Atkins's "Got It Good" spells out how rich people have it great, but regular folks oughta be thankful for their blessings, too. Corny, but so what? Rodney's band rips the Stones like Mellencamp's in 1982. Next comes "Friends With Tractors," a fast-rolling pro-farmer boogie climaxing with a hoedowned shoutout to Larry the Cable Guy. It's America's hit title track idiotically implies that only in the U.S. do neighbors help out when there's a natural disaster, but Atkins was born with a baritone sturdy enough to put over his prole-romanticizing platitudes, and he's developing a wit to match—when this good ol' boy gives up smokin' and drinkin' and women, it's the worst 15 minutes of his life; when he wakes up at 4 a.m. at album's end, it's not to confess sins but to go fishing. His 2006 breakthrough If You're Going Through Hell had four country chart-toppers on it, most notably "Cleaning This Gun (Come on in Boy)," the funniest song ever written about being the dad of a daughter who just started dating; his new set's exuberant pinnacle, "Chasing Girls," winds up in similar (if less threatening) paternal territory after opening with a reminiscence of flirty tweens pursuing each other around bungalowed cul-de-sacs with squirt guns and water balloons. It's also the best song to mention EPTs since Eric Church's "Two Pink Lines" two years ago; a pink stuffed animal goes to whoever can figure out which forgotten early-'80s Nerf-metal classic its suburb-in-summer guitar riffs come from.
The riff in Jason Aldean's latest smash, "She's Country," as far as I can tell, comes from AC/DC. He's easily got the hackiest cowboy hat here, but what sets him apart are frequent hooks that don't just feel hard—they feel heavy. The first time I heard his 2005 debut hit "Hicktown," I thought of Black Sabbath; his follow-up "Johnny Cash," amusingly enough, largely recalled mid-career Bad Company. The Georgia metalbilly's new Wide Open features nary a single self-penned lyric, but the title opener about an underemployed gal "slingin' eggs and bacon with a college education" holds its own regardless.