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2. Bobby Pinson, A Man Like Me (RCA): Montgomery Gentry has louder amps, and plenty of cowpunk bands have dirtier roots, but this is the toughest country album of 2005 because this son of a rural Texas high school football coach knows how to take his hits as well as land them. (In the album opener, he gets pummeled by a schoolyard bully, yet later he beats the devil that he's come to know as well as his old Ford.) From start to finish Pinson fights his own youthful pride to a draw, acknowledging that it's given him the gumption to escape the nothingness that can trap small-town youths in a downward spiral. With almost every lyric justifying the grim grandeur of its country-rock setting, this debut is as impressive -- and just as overlooked by Nashville, where it was born -- as Steve Earle's Guitar Town.
3. Shelby Lynne, Suit Yourself (Capitol): Lynne's second-best album is deceptively offhand, with studio chatter and semi-improvised jams setting the relaxed mood. But her club tour in support of Suit Yourself made its quiet strengths stunningly clear: From the searching "Where Am I Now" to the great tribute "Johnny Met June," it contains many songs as acutely affecting as those on her masterpiece of mod indigo, I Am Shelby Lynne.
4. Lucinda Williams, Live @ The Fillmore (Lost Highway): Country artists have taken to live albums as they have to many other questionable cultural relics of the '70s. But like Shelby Lynne, this Southern iconoclast's comfort with folk, blues and steady-simmering Southern rock also makes her a vital inheritor of that decade's cultural crosscurrents. Here, she lays out her quarter-century career over two discs that take their time without wasting a moment.
5. Brad Paisley, Time Well Wasted (Arista): "Alcohol" metes out the pros and cons of overindulgence with the witty bravura that's the secret reward of mature moderation, and so it goes with Paisley's impressive career and the rest of his fourth album. Older critics have called it his best, but even those who prefer Paisley's looser, all-original debut have to acknowledge that few imbibers have walked the line so straight so far.
6. Waco Brothers, Freedom and Weep (Bloodshot): Transplanted British punk rocker Jon Langford started this Chicago institution ten years ago, and even while there are wilder country-rock bands out there today, it's hard to imagine any mastering bitter politics and dark humor like the Waco Brothers. This seventh release is slightly better than the sixth (though not quite up to the definitive fifth), but as Langford's four comrades step forward with the album's bluntest Bush whacks and sweetest stein-swinging anthems, it justifies his English socialist commitment to serious party-building, in every sense of the term.
7. Dwight Yoakam, Blame the Vain (New West): This concept album isn't just about boy-loves-girl, but Dwight-loves-Buck-and-Merle and everything else redolent of rockabilly-meets-honky-tonk. But with a zippy new guitarist and a hip new label behind him, Yoakam's lyrics are no more important than his fine suit and the leggy model in the CD booklet -- they're just places to rest your eyes as his reanimated twang has its way with your ear-holes.