Few bands are anywhere near as funny as they think they are -- The Dag Nabbit Stubbs is an exception. I mean, they're not, like hilarious, but they play their hand for all it's worth, backing up their redneck rock posturing with a sound like what the dead and zombified Skynyrd boys might make after emerging from The Big Swamp in the Sky to open for Motörhead.I know, just last week I was bitching about the kind of classic rockers who you could picture singing a song about a man's Ahabian quest t
