A little bit Kid Rock, a little bit big-house "new fish" and a whole lotta' over-stimulated suburban rube, the Neo Redneck suspects he might be making a statement, but can't quite summon up the mental energy to figure out what it is. It's less a statement really than a nacho-infused grunt. With brow furrowed and expression set to "rodential," the specimen seems to be attempting to convey some sense of hard, hairy manliness and gruff my-way-or-the-highway forthrightness, despite resembling an underfed, ageing boy-band member. His only strength may lie in numbers as he is somewhat of a pack animal, but for the most part he will always look slightly overwhelmed and angrily confused, ready to lash out at the myriad things he does not and cannot understand. However, like a degenerating chain of photocopied photocopies, he does not exude the authenticity, the genuine chaos of the true-blue jerky-jawin', shirt-sheddin' trailer trash punk - extremely difficult to pull off when you live with your parents in Stripmallville, cozily nestled down with your video games and Spiderman bedsheets.