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On the boisterous Chrome, Trace Adkins not only shows off masterful vocal chops; he also stands foursquare with those folks whose collars are a deep shade of blue and whose hearts are earnest, if sometimes misled. This mind-set comes naturally to Adkins, a burly former oilfield roughneck, but you don't need to know his biography to appreciate the credibility he brings to his performances here. The surging "I'm Tryin' " finds a weary Adkins describing a litany of soul-draining events -- from working double shifts to dealing with a money-grubbing ex-wife -- but vowing to keep on believing in a better day. A family values anthem, "Thankful Man" uses a propulsive beat and a forceful vocal to honor the enduring gifts given by his parents -- work ethic, values, and love -- which add up to "a real good life." It figures that a fellow so steeped in the traditional would be a fish out of water in decadent L.A. In the half-spoken, half-sung "I'm Goin' Back," Adkins describes enervating encounters with bad air, chaotic freeways, and cross-dressing males, for starters, and vows -- to the strains of a roiling hard-country soundscape full of pounding drums, protesting guitars, wailing pedal steel lines, and a backwoodsy Jew's harp -- to return to the America he recognizes. But before he doth protest too much, Adkins turns tender, on a heartfelt "Love Me Like There's No Tomorrow," which finds him crooning seductively on measured versers and giving the chorus the full, open-hearted gusto it begs for. Chrome has that distinctive shine about it all through its dozen tracks. David McGee, Barnes & Noble