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2 of 8 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Platitudinous hogwash shamelessly trading on father's name, July 15, 2002
Now, I am no great expert of Country & Western music, but I know what I like - and equally, I know horse manure when I hear it.This, make no mistake, is horse manure. Everything corny, hayseed-esque, bumpkinious and brainless - everything which gives this venerable strain in the tradition of honest working class folk music its un-deserved place as the butt of the town sophisticate's jokes - is bundled up right here in this thoroughly horrible collection. Lest you should make the same mistake I did, BE WARNED: the creator of this record is NOT the late, inestimably great, Hank Williams Senior. He sure wishes he was (he doesn't so much admit it as labour the point) but he's not. This is the dumb-arsed SON of an American Legend. An American Legend himself, he most surely ain't. NO SIR-EEEE. The cheek of Polygram to market this title under the title "American Legend" is astounding; only matched by the gall, horror, and humiliation I experienced when I discovered I'd been conned into buying it so easily. How bad is it? This bad: For musical accompaniment, imagine the hyper-cliched cowboy ridin' along after a hard day's lassoin', lookin' forward to his grits by the campfire, clippety clop sort of beat (like a poor imitation of Hank Williams Sr, really), while a rich, cowpoke barritone intones these words: "As I travel around from town to town I have a lot of Dad's fans and friends come around They say, 'I know Hank would be proud of you, if he was here today, That you're carrying on his music this way Yes, they say Hank was the all time great And we know that you'll just be as good as your Dad', But i just smile and say, 'There'll never be another Hank Williams, friends,' And that's the part that makes them sad." Pass me a bucket.
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