Bands like Social Distortion and the Reverend Horton Heat have long appropriated rock's rustic roots without fully hee-hawing. But after big, bad wolves huffed and puffed tech-America's sense of invincibility down, 1950s Kentucky has become the new Hawaii-a psychic vacation into our long-lost, pastoral simplicity. Bands like The Weary Boys, made up of mostly ex-Californians relocated to Austin, Tex., are stoking the nostalgic fire. One electric guitar moans like a modern loner amongst their acoustic country n' bluegrass orchestra of six-string geetar, fiddle, stand-up bass and a 1955 Marine Marching Band snare drum and brushes. Along with roots standards and covers of Hank Williams, Jimmy Reed and Bill Monroe, they deliver a few righteous originals that hark back to a dirt road less traveled.