Fans of real
country must get tired of these color-by-numbers outlaw bands, guys who put on tattered flannel and thrift-store boots and sing exclusively about Pabst Blue Ribbon and Ten High Whiskey. But the poseurs can cower behind their Ray-Bans as Dave Insley
shows 'em how it's done. Insley's baritone voice and speak-sing delivery are supported by barroom piano, searing fiddle and melt-your-brain pedal steel. His prowess can be found on last year's Call Me Lonesome
, but the stuff sounds better coming from a cramped stage and faux-country charlatans be damned with a shot of Ten High chased by a PBR.