I'll admit right up front that I bought this CD for one song, and for one song only, "Come and Get Your Love." This is a deeply treasured classic from my central Kansas sixth-grade days at the local lunch counter, playing nickel pinball and listening to the jukebox. It was resurrected unexpectedly, delightfully, maybe even respectfully in that ridiculous, overblown, post-apocalyptic Costner vehicle, The Postman, and for that alone I'll give the man some credit. I love this song, and always will. All I wanted was a copy of the original on CD. I could care less about the rest of the tracks on the CD, and yeah, I was willing to lay out the [money amount], just for this one song alone.
And I got burned for it.
Buyer beware: this is not the original, nor are any of the other tracks on this rip-off of a recording. This is not a Redbone album; all of the tracks are weak, lame covers.
First, note the amazing cheezy tray card and titling, that "Redbone" in a hokey pseudo-German Gothic font, the ultra-low rent colors, the stock background, the general lack of any kind of artistic imagination or label expenditure anywhere on the packaging.
Second, note the label: Curb Records out of Nashville, TN. Me, I've got the original Redbone Wovoka on vinyl, Epic #32462, and this isn't even close. Hell, I've never heard of Curb Records, and I own a good 500 vinyl albums, 200+ cassettes, and over 1200 CDs.
Third, note the exceedingly crafty and thoroughly underhanded title, "Redbone: Greatest Songs." That's a major albeit subtle clue. If it said "Greatest Hits," then it would be the tracks from the original artist. Not so here, and the first sorry notes on the opening track confirm it.
Your fourth clue to the real nature of these recordings is a tiny little blurb in the liner notes stating, "All tracks courtesy of Dominion Entertainment, Inc." Who are they, and what do they have to do with Redbone? Nothing, apparently.
The only thing this sorry album has to do with Redbone is its title. Do not waste your money on this sad CD. Me, I'm giving it to my children as something shiny to play with; it will be more fun and of more use to them than it will to me, as I've got no desire to play it again. I've listened to this highway truckstop bargain bin, low-budge, generic knockoff recording once all the way through, and I've got no interest in suffering through it again.