Hank III might be Satan's favorite grandson. His daddy was a cactus, his mama was a bear trap, and he was born with his boots on in a river full of moonshine.
At age 11, he ripped out his own throat and cooked it over a forest fire. The next year, he stole his yodel from a cyclone. He killed a dozen men before he turned 13, and saved the lives of a dozen more. By age 16, Hank had built a motorcycle out of scrap metal and rebar, hit more punk shows than a Black Flag roadie, and run through more tail than a street mutt at a dog show.
The dude is a true American outlaw. He's been to more county jails than there are county cells. He can string a guitar with razor wire. He cracks beers with a high note. He beats up on his audience like it's an Alabama street fight. And he's got a songbook thicker than the Yellow Pages.
Hank III's catalogue of recorded material reaches back as far as 1996, and his never-ending road show has taken him across the darkest stretches of America's highways. If you like metal, punk, and country, don't miss this show.