You can call it country. You can call it honky-tonk. Or you can quit with the semantics, slap some glue in your 'do, check your sleeve for the ace, and listen to one of the best crooners alive, Dale Watson. Though he's worthy of Wembley Arena-sized crowds, this Texan positively shines in little juke joints. He's witty, he's wry, and he can play the hell out of a Telecaster.