Now that his old VH1 compatriot Rob Thomas has traded the namby-pamby roots-pop with which he once conquered every sports bar in America for a sexed-up disco-rock useful for seducing daughters of Mick Jagger, it's up to Darius Rucker to prove there's still an appetite for inoffensive heartland aphorisms set to handsome, tuneful chunk-strum. (Actually, considering his 2002 neo-soul solo disc and the arty, sexed-up Burger King spot he starred in earlier this year—as a bejeweled rodeo singer under the direction of glam-king photog David LaChapelle—Rucker has to prove that predigested oatmeal is... More >>>