If their lyrics weren't intelligible (and intelligent) and their voices didn't heartbreak on every third syllable, The Gibson/Miller Band could pass for prime rockers, make big money and be forgotten by Labor Day. Instead, country can claim them as new stars of it's make believe barroom. On their album, "Where There's Smoke," they are tough guys with heart and humor. They can taunt a lady friend's angry father ("Your
daddy hates me / much as I Love You... / He don't know we're a lot alike, / You been keepin' us both awake all night") or wail like good ole boys stranded at the alter ("She's gettin' a rock / And I'm gettin' stoned, / She's tyin' the knot / And I'm tyin' one on"). This is 90-proof vox-pop poetry, with a rhythm guitar chaser.