Daily Download: "White Knuckles," the Bacon Brothers

Aren't the Bacon Brothers supposed to be good? By reputation they're the best of the actor-band vanity projects (and you know it's a vanity project whenever the publicity material forcefully claims that it's not), but after white-knuckling it through this song, I'd rather listen to some Billy Bob Thornton or even, god forbid, Juliette Lewis than explore the rest of the Bacon oeuvre. The verse is a blatant and tasteless Peter Gabriel rip performed with glossy studio-musician sleaze -- the chorus tepid country-rock with crassly breaking voices. The whole thing is wretched.