When Elvis Presley shuffled off this mortal coil in 1977, RCA records looked around for a replacement. New York based neo-rockabilly singer Robert Gordon fell into their lap when his then record label, Private Stock, went bust. They bought up the deal, and stuck him in the studio with the likes of producer Richard Gottehrer (he'd produced various New York contemporaries such as Blondie and Richard Hell). Gordon was never much of a writer, but after his initial hook-up with Link Wray, he teamed up with UK session guitar ace Chris Spedding, and enjoyed a frutiful period crafting a more authentic rockabilly sound that he'd got with Wray, who occasionally skittered off into the ether playing lashings of Hard Rock guitar. Gordon was lumped in with a bunch of fellow New York travellers such as Television and Patti Smith, and like Mink De Ville, shared little commonality with the scene. He claimed he didn't even relate to the 1960s, let alone the 70s, so he was, in his looks, sound and attitude, a man out of time. Three and a half decades later, his records still resonate with a power and skill, and a craftsman's way with a vocal. Spedding offers great support, and his guitar work (and the later recordings with the equally splendid Danny Gatton) provides a very effective foil for Gordon's baritone voice. Good sleeve notes too - a recommended purchase.
I have been injected with Rockabilly all my life, from a young age it was Buddy Holley, Eddie Cochran, then the Stray Cats, and Robert Gorden them me and friends started up, and more tears then I would like we are still going. Robert Gordon is the real deal, he was born with a bullet mic in his hand, some of the best rockabilly you will hear, DONT THINK JUST BUY.