Although he doesnt move records by the truckload the way he used to, Dwight Yoakam hasnt lost a step. Not even close. Every new record he puts out is merely a reminder of his nearly unrivaled ability to churn out rollicking country music without regard to the whims of commercial fashion. Blame The Vain finds him doing whatever he wants and doing it well. The title track is twangy, self-deprecating bummer-rock at its finest, the scorching International Heartache kicks up a little rockabilly dust, and The Last Heart In Line puts a swelling orchestra behind Dwights tear-jerking ballad without ever threatening to glitz up the joint. Dwights instantly recognizable voicea wobbly high lonesome moan suffused with pointed hiccups and yodelscan make practically any tune sound golden, and it's even more worthwhile when he's working with this kind of A-list material.