If youd told us last month that one of our favorite new albums would be a song cycle adapted from a 1916 poetry anthology, wed have laughed in your face. But country-folk songsmith Richard Buckner makes it work. The Hill is a web of harrowing murder ballads and haunted country-blues. Guitars come on vicious and delicate, but its Buckners voicea devastating grumble equal parts Dwight Yoakam and grizzly bearthat drives it all home.