Never was much of an Elvis guy, little overslick. But that big round perfect swagger works well as hell here, with the grit of man and the chorus of the heavens and infernal horns whipping you through soulful gospel-flecked blues and rock and roll, with flashes of outlaw country and brash Americana that call up the best moments of Exile.
Elvis lacks the everyman charm of say, a Gene Vincent, but here he reaches for something more than man and I'll be damned if he doesn't find it, this is soothing, exciting, bold stuff that I keep going back to 4.5/5
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