IT'S not often you get treated to the sight of a 70-year-old woman decked out in a short denim skirt, fringed shirt and a cowboy hat. But then it's not often that Kenny, Tammy, and Glen bring their unforgettable hoedown to town. Shame that, cos there ain't nothing like a good ole schmaltz-fest to warm the cockles on a wintry Saturday afternoon.

Kenny is undoubtedly the top banana in this triumvirate. He may be the king of the crossover sound but he'll never forget his country roots. You can tell that from the way he ambles around the stage. The man has an invisible horse between his thighs. He's an amusing guy. If you've seen him, you'll know all about his money throwing routine. It might be an old one, but as the man himself would probably say if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Difficult to know whether the audience preferred the stand-up or the mawkish toons. Probably went for both in equal measure.

The thing about proper country music, with its overblown and exaggerated sentiments, is that it's funny. From tragic aggregation springs disbelieving laughter. Songs like Lucille and Coward of the County are classic examples of the genre. And as for Ruby - I laughed my way through a bucket of tears. Outstanding.

Tammy thought she was playing to an American audience. Her banter was interspersed with pregnant spaces into which a Yank audience would have inserted applause. We didn't. But hey, no-one told us that the fact Tammy washed her face this morning was our cue to go ape. We did go ape for the music, however. How could we not, when she gave us Stand By Your Man and DIVORCE?

As for Glen Campbell, well, he did Rhinestone Cowboy and that should be enough for anyone.