Four albums in, Bocephus’ boy continues to pretend that the Williams family tradition can make up for his inability to carry a tune. Damn Right Rebel Proud, typically, raises less convincing hell than plenty of current mainstream Nashville product. Muffled train chugs and minor-key gloom make him tolerable in psychobilly mode, and his class-consciousness means well. But from stiff-assed slam dances to meandering hangover slog to interminable GG Allin homage, Hank III’s shtick is no more captivating than your average nasty drunk’s.