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Considering that Revelation is one of the most eagerly anticipated country albums in recent memory, it's perhaps surprising that Grammy nominee Joe Nichols strikes an introspective tone on five of the disc's first six tracks. The album begins not with a de rigeur bombastic country rocker but rather with "The Shade," a folksy, languorous ballad about appreciating the simple things in life. It's followed by "Singer in a Band," a low-key, heartfelt meditation on the insignificance of one's own place in the world in light of other folks' misfortunes. The one early track to break this introspective pattern, "Don't Ruin It for the Rest of Us," hardly kicks out the jams; instead it's a genial, loping ode to a spruced-up groom who's leaving his bar buddies behind. Oh, Nichols can whoop it up when he wants to, as he does most impressively on the strutting "What's a Guy Gotta Do," a twanging, high-octane barn burner in the Dwight Yoakam tradition. But that's not the point. Revelation is about messages, and Nichols, his smooth baritone conveying his complete conviction in his songs, prefers to be heard sotto voce -- his brand of honky-tonkin' is more a state of mind and stylistic framework than a cultural outpost. Honky-tonk's modern-day, frill-free musical palette, rich in multiple fiddles and pedal steel punctuation, was Nichols's meal ticket out of the box, and here he makes the old new again. Lefty Frizzell is nodding approval from his perch on high, and Merle Haggard and Alan Jackson ought to be proud of this musical offspring: The lad has learned his lessons well, and Revelation is a real stunner. David McGee, Barnes & Noble