Lucky for Kid Rock he's an egomaniacal dipshit, because otherwise his music would be about as memorable as a Molly Hatchet eight-track sans "Flirtin' with Disaster." Still, the former Mr. Pamela Anderson's good-humored salutes to his own cocksmanship — not to mention his skill at Xeroxing classic boogie — don't entirely offset his occasional pretensions toward relevance. The Kid's at his best when he's ripping off the past, as on "So Hott," a boneheaded hip-shaker in which he declares, "I wanna fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again," and "Lowlife (Living the Highlife)," an almost-clever dirtbag satire ("The landlord called, the rent is due, I spent it all on a KISS tattoo"). Trouble is, he wastes half the album trying to prove he has a mature side. The soporific, string-laden "Blue Jeans and a Rosary" and "When U Love Someone," dominated by timeworn aphorisms like "What you reap is what you sow," represent bogus profundity infinitely... More >>>