Along comes another young country singer whose first order of business is avoiding comparisons with a famous—nay, one of a kind—parent. Dean Miller is the son of Roger, the patron saint of sophisticated hillbilly wit. He’s a more conventional writing talent than his father—but that could be said of almost anyone. As it is, Dean Miller is a pretty fine example of an artist succeeding in his attempts both to bend to current boot-scootin’ fashion and to bend it to his will. After beginning the album with a suitably ordinary defense of small-town life, “Nowhere USA,” Miller quickly settles in for some high-level wordplay like “My Heart’s Broke Down (But My Mind’s Made Up),” “Wake Up and Smell the Whiskey,” and the immediately indelible “I Feel Bad” (“’cause I don’t feel worse”). Dean Miller mixes and matches those first-rate honky-tonkers with intriguing character sketches such as “Broke Down in Birmingham.” The latter, the only non-Miller composition here, demonstrates his taste in choosing others’ work. Set in a wide-screen singer/songwriter frame, “Broke Down” limns the life of a businessman (a journeyman country singer?) on the road, wanting to get home to his wife but unable to because of car trouble—all this slathered in regret and guilt and given an edge of paranoia. Which makes it very much of a piece with itself. That, in turn, links it with the songs Miller’s daddy taught him.—Rickey Wright