Chris Young is a smart guy, smart enough to know which way the country winds are blowing in 2013. Positioned as a bit of a traditionalist ever since he won Nashville Star in 2005, Young now makes a modern move with 2013's A.M., brightening up his sound by leaning on cheerful, chipper pop hooks and a production so gleaming it shows his reflection; he has even chosen to smile on his album cover for the first time ever. Certainly, it's hard to shake the impression that Young has been rocked by the success of Luke Bryan, whose amiable bro-next-door party-hearty persona permeates every part of A.M. that isn't devoted to ballads. Those slow, sometimes melodramatic songs remain Young's specialty and although they're often somewhat glossier here than they've been before -- there's a greater emphasis on echoing guitars, the kind that can fill an arena -- they feel like they belong to an older, different artist than the one that's showcased on the rest of A.M., an album so steeped in modern vernacular that one of the centerpieces is a song called