This is

Viva Elvis The Album


as opposed to Viva Elvis the Las Vegas Cirque du Soleil show, designed to do for The King what the extravaganza franchise's


did for the Beatles. Except the resulting Fab album was listenable.

This, however, is just one of the greater indignities ever visited upon the Presley recording legacy; taking his voice and underscoring it with lotsa dumb stuff (turntable scratching, powerchords, screechy female "duet" partners) over a dozen songs in a cloth-eared effort to make Elvis all things to everybody. The musical equivalent of a deep-fried peanut butter and jelly sandwich.