With a revolving cast of session pros and guest-star buddies sitting in on various tracks, the album has a deceptively nonchalant ambiance that almost undermines the darkness of its finest moments. Listen closely, though, and you'll hear Womack's acidic wordplay and cynical brilliance cut through the rollicking, rambunctious trashed-up country rock and roll. "I Don't Have a Gun" is a lacerating near-suicidal rant from a dejected lover who's not sure whether or not he's glad his baby is gone, while the self-explanatory "Going Nowhere" is a bleak shot of pessimism set to a loping honky-tonk groove and punctuated with some fine backing vocals from Scorchers frontman Jason Rigenberg. Elsewhere Womack turns to rootsy, achy power-pop on "She Likes to Talk" and "The Urge to Call," revamps mid-Sixties Dylan on "Up Memphis Blues," and balances both tragedy and hilarity on "Dreams and Golden Rivers," a country rave-up that summarizes everything great about this Music City oddball. Too bad there aren't more like him.