John Anderson is among the very best country singers working today.

The Apopka, Fla., native came to Nashville with the kind of voice that rips through the airwaves. Anderson's voice is a thing of wonder; it ebbs and flows, rises and falls, all as seemingly effortless as breathing. This voice owns resonance, tone, power, subtlety, it wails, it moans, it shouts to the hills and from the honky tonks. Part revival meeting, part barroom howl, it is a voice that is absolutely one-of-a-kind. While vocal clones of George Joneses and the Merle Haggards are everywhere, nobody has ever attempted to mimic Anderson. And who could blame them?

A fine songwriter in his own right, Anderson is a master interpreter, able to deliver a hangdog lyric with stunning simplicity and earnestness. He can convey the sudden sting of infidelity, like the guy who comes to the realization his wife is cheating from a glance over coffee on "Your Lyin' Blue Eyes," or the man who suspects his loved one's misdeeds because of her newfound affinity for a certain style of music on "She Just Started Liking Cheatin' Songs."