Maaaaaan, fuck Elvis, just one of the most overrated performers of all time. He's got his charms, and he was an innovator and all that, but his biggest assets were being white and good looking and first, in more or less that order. He's more Timberlake than Bieber, which is a compliment to be sure, but you get the idea of the league I'm putting him in when I say that; I'd take Chuck Berry, Bo Diddley, Gene Vincent, and a half dozen other dudes from that era over him on my fantasy rock and roll team.
His best songs were always his fast ones, and that's truer here than usual: Fever is a gimmicky cover, and the doowop and country forays reveal Elvis to be a talented but mostly uninteresting crooner, checking off boxes on his road to range. Them fast songs really are something though, some of his best since Sun day one, especially the savage sax on Reconsider Baby and the too-fast pop of Dirty, Dirty Feeling. All my complaints aside, dude's solid, and you can't complain too much about an album with highlights that good 3.5/5
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