Where we go to "Wooo-hooo" loudly, raise devil horns inappropriately and farm hair in defiance of civil norms: that stubborn resistance finds voice in God & Guns, the title Lynyrd Skynyrd's remnants appropriated for their unapologetically self-congratulatory new album. The project's buffoonery is Insane Clown Posse-worthy minus the self-awareness, from the ego-puffing "Skynyrd Nation" to the patriotic lobotomy "That Ain't My America." The difference between late founder Ronnie Van Zandt and his revival-leading brother Johnny parallels that between Montblanc and Crayola. Former Poison singer Bret Michaels is mostly famous for his off-stage antics now (Rock of Love), but sympathy overflows for a guy with a hole in his heart (who knew he had one?) and an even larger gap between his ears. Also, 38 Special. Also, hangovers. —Chris Parker