Pop masterclass.

Why Don’t You Write Me is the fartiest song I’ve ever heard. Beautiful album but doesn’t quite hit the peaks of other classics of the same ilk.

Too much singing about little girls and his woman. Every song bled into the next. A chore of a listen.

More low-key than their earlier efforts, but still some high moments to enjoy.

It was okay, not really my speed

I mean, it’s Elvis. It’s alright.