Seeing the names Uncle Cracker and Kid Rock while reading Mikki James' bio, my mind managed to conjure up two words, "white" and "trash". Although the bio touts these names more than I like (that means mentioning them at all), Mikki James fortunately doesn't attempt to blend rap and rock instead opting to just simply rock. You see, there are two types of trashy people. In the first group you have individuals that fit those stereotypical trashy characteristics whereas in the second group, you have people that maintain some of the same tendencies of the first group, but also manage to reach a certain level of badass-ness that can simply not be denied some respect. Now I'm not going to go so far as to call Mikki James white trash because of a couple namedrops, but if he and his band (also called Mikki James) were white trash, they'd be in the latter group.

Guess What…'s blend of blues-based rock is far from revolutionary, but the group manages to assert a certain attitude throughout the album’s brief 26 minutes that sets it apart. On the title track, James doesn't even give the listener a chance to respond to his "Guess what?" before shouting "fuck you" to the question's recipient. If you took Mikki James' somewhat belligerent and combative attitude, it would be another forgettable rock album; with it, however, the album proves worthy of that certain level of respect it would not otherwise have received.