In this age when zombies are popular, I have a great idea. Put a stage in one corner of the cemetery, set up a bar with plenty of cold longnecks over by the mausoleums, and hire Wayne“The Train” Hancock to play.

If anyone can rock the dead back to this world, it's the Train. His fiery honky-tonk swing is utterly authentic, and the myriad comparisons to Hank Williams, Milton Brown, Woody Guthrie, the Gershwin Brothers, and T-Bone Walker are accurate, but inadequate.

Hell, maybe Hancock captured it best when he famously said of himself,“I'm like a stab wound in the fabric of country music in Nashville. See that bloodstain slowly spreading? That's me.”

Forget the cemetery, though. Let's talk about a genuine bar.

Because Hancock, bassist Huck Johnson and rocket-ride guitarist Eddie Biebel return to the Bank Street Café in New London Saturday. Their most recent album, 2006's“Tulsa,” was a conscious effort to write new material that absolutely sounded like the golden era of Western swing - and it's scary how close they came to pulling it off. One of the best acts in country music, period. The Gamma Rays and Preston Franz open.

- Rick Koster

Wayne“The Train” Hancock, 9 p.m. Sat., Bank Street Café, 637 Bank St., New London; $20; 444-1444.

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