Dwight Yoakam

WHEN IT comes to regressive, conservative musical forms, country music has the field beaten hands down. No contest. An unholy alliance of God, motherhood and the Ku Klux Klan, bound together by a sticky, sickly sentimentality – that's the way we generally view the genre, and it's probably not too far removed from the truth. Nashville desperately needed Dwight Yoakam yet, when he arrived, the saviour of country music found no room at the inn. It's not something he'll forget.