If you asked Black Label Society guitarist-singer Zakk Wylde what kind of beer he most resembles, he'd probably spout out the name of a hearty stout or high-octane India pale ale. But Wylde is more Pabst Blue Ribbon than Guinness -- white trash, cheap, and obnoxiously tasteless. He doesn't get paid to be clean or to speak in complete sentences. And when the beer-obsessed Wylde finally shuts up and plays, his monstrous chops shine through in every pilsner-soaked arpeggio. Almost as annoying as Ted Nugent and even more fashion-challenged, the bearded and flannel-clad Grizzly Adams of metal is good at the most important thing: shredding.