Guitar-picking folker - sadly low on ideas
Anyone who enters the pop scene with the name Elvis is, whether knowingly or not, setting their quality watermark rather high. But itï¿½s not only by comparison to Messrs Presley or Costello that ï¿½While You Were Sleepingï¿½ flounders; itï¿½s just rather dull. Willy Mason is an obvious comparison, Violent Femmes another, but Elvis lacks the charisma and hick romanticism of either. The guitar-picking and clattering, brushed drums are pleasant, but it goes on for at least three minutes too long and when he calls in the string section, itï¿½s clear heï¿½s running out of ideas. And you need ideas, really.