Recently, an internet DJ in Ireland received an email requesting to hear a little Hank Williams, something the writer couldn’t find on the radio. At home. Near Nashville.
The sad fact is Hank Williams just can’t get played on American roots radio these days and the same thing goes for other genuine legends like George Jones, Merle Haggard and Waylon Jennings.
In a world of glossy production values, expensive Stetsons and stylists, those guys just don’t fit in. You could say they’re ‘too country’.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but much of what passes for country music in the States is little more than sanitised pop of the lowest quality.
This is something that has been bothering me lately. The more I listen to Waylon, Merle, and Cash, the only thing I can think when I listen to a country music station is “these guys fucking suck.” I knew the end had come when I heard Trace Adkins’ “Honky Tonk Badonkadonk.” Others who have drawn my ire recently are the band Rascal Flatts, and Keith fucking Urban.
The formers’ lead singer’s voice makes me want to put my DeWalt cordless drill and a 3/8″ bit to work on my ear drums. The latter looks like someone only the guys from Queer Eye could appreciate. Seriously. This guy:
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is a country star? Nice haircut, Fabio.

