Which, if you think about it, is better than the alternative. Seriously, I can't imagine a fate worse than having to walk around with lyrics like "You're a girl who can move it without a doubt/If you're gonna build a barn then build it stout" (from the whole-lotta-nothing "Whole Lotta Baby") stuck in my head. Oh wait, I can -- having to listen to the album they came from any longer than it takes to finish this review. Boring? It's like listening to three guys having a monotonous and repetitive conversation about watching other people watch paint dry.
Heath just sounds too old to be singing about "The Girl in Blue" and sexy little mamas and "twisted cats and kittens" and lskjfdsl . Sorry, I dozed off for a moment. And he looks it, too: In the photo on the back cover of the album, it appears that either bassist Jimbo Wallace's or drummer Scott Churilla's pop shoved his way into the picture, horning in on his kid's fun. Not that there's much fun to be had on Spend a Night in the Box. The band's a parody of its former self now, motionlessly going through the motions. "Big D Boogie Woogie" is nothing more than an unctuous bit of chamber of commerce fluff: "Greenville, Commerce, Elm Street too/There's always something cool to do." (It's amazing Heath is able to play guitar with his hand that far out.) Later, he pulls off the difficult bed-dead-head rhyme scheme on "The Party in Your Head," a party at which Heath has apparently stayed waaay too long if he thinks he's still being clever. Of course you could have said the same thing four years ago.