Rock. Rock. Rockabilly, rock. Really Billy, really, really rock. Shake your silly hillbilly flock. Sing the Pledge of Allegiance. Sing all the dire anthems of the coming apocalypse. Sing the burning bush. Sing the Wall St. blues & bow down before the bedonkadonk of Britney or the Brits at old Bunker Hill. It’s all good… It’s all Davy Crockett.