When we last left Lee Bains, he left us. After a Voodoo fest debut in 2012, Bains — a Birmingham, Alabama native, reformed punk rocker and current axe-grinding Southern rock shitkicker — had to cancel a February tour stop previewing the release of his band's second album and debut for Sub Pop Records, Dereconstructed. Maybe it was for the best. The album heats up the more Bains stews and simmers. Bains — backed by his band's cranked-up garage rock, a soulful, sloppy rave-up of the Muscle Shoals sound — examines Southern life and legacy, pissed and proud of tradition past and present. "I know that Birmingham gets you down," he sings on "The Weeds Downtown," "but look what it raised you up to be." Bains comes to terms with Southern life, the push-and-pull of racial tension, poverty, family values, drugs and death. Guitars clash with rough-edged Rolling Stones duels and reach screeching solos on "We Dare Defend Our Rights," recalling the 1963 murder of four African-American girls at a church fire set by Ku Klux Klan members. Bains' debut, the play-on-words There Is a Bomb on Gilead, hinted at his place among Southern rock torchbearers. When he talked to Gambit in 2012, he said of the album title, "I had all these images running through my mind of what that could mean." On Dereconstructed, the bomb dropped.