If you're looking for evidence of Lee Hazlewood
the weirdo, this album will not disappoint. As pure music it's another story. Hazlewood usually sounds like Johnny Cash
gone pop, after gargling with razor blades; sometimes he sounds like a drunk taking over the cocktail piano, with soused accompaniment by such estimable session greats as guitarist James Burton
and drummer Hal Blaine
. Check out "She's Funny That Way," which suddenly fades into a silly excerpt of Ray Charles
' "Drown in My Own Tears"; there's also "Pour Man'" (sic), a jaunty ballad sung by a convicted murderer on his last night of life. "Forget Marie" is reasonably solid country-pop in the style of the material he fashioned for Nancy Sinatra
, but overall this has the ambience of a tax write-off or a vanity project, knocked off with a bit of extra studio time.