Elvis’ singles at this point have turned their back on the odder excesses of “Wooden Heart” et al. and the King has become a sort of one-man Status Quo, offering competent wodges of boogie like this, which do nothing to stir the pulse or raise the bile. The singing is always velvet but the records lack conviction – the whole Presley project seems moribund (not, of course, commercially moribund).

Score: 4

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