To a suburban yankee brought up on Motown, Springsteen and punk rock, country music was an anathema to me until 1986 when I heard Dwight Yoakam’s Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc., Etc. and Steve Earle’s Guitar Town blow the cobwebs out of Nashville’s slick big hat machine. The floodgates properly opened (hello Johnny, Willie, George, Waylon, Merle and Gram), now 22 years later Jamey Johnson’s That Lonesome Song sounds like a revelation – the best country record in recent memory.