The Bottle Rockets’ reverence for roots music was well established by the early‘90s, a blend of rock, punk and country that preceded Americana’s formal branding by at least a decade. Intertwined bands like Wilco and Uncle Tupelo navigated the same terrain, but it was the Bottle Rockets’ abject insurgence that helped set them apart. A quarter-century later, the St. Louis-based outfit is still as driven and determined as ever. Staying true to their workingman-like regimen, they continue to avoid country music’s ever-creeping commercialism. “I love what I do, couldn’t even change it if I wanted to,” singer Brian Henneman insists on the tellingly titled “Bad Time to Be an Outlaw.” The low-lit “Saxophone” offers a discourse on the lonely life of a traveling troubadour, while the more upbeat “Human Perfection” provides a joyful counterpoint. The rock-solid regimen of “Maybe Tomorrow,” “Way Down South” and “Highway 70 Blues” share a sense of road-weary resilience in the truest traditions of classics like “White Line Fever” and “Six Days on the Road.” With longtime producer Eric “Roscoe“ Ambel behind the boards, the Bottle Rockets remain as explosive as ever, proof that rock and rebellion remain intertwined. “Whatever I can do to keep my chin up is a damn good thing,” they declare on “Doomsday Letter.” These days, that’s a mantra well worth remembering.