Decked out in a white jacket with black lapels, black shirt and white tie, Starlite comes complete with the look and all the hip shakin' moves of a lion sized hep cat, a bona fide resident of bop street. More importantly, he powerfully recreates the movin' and groovin' sound of rock 'n' roll at it's youthful exuberant best.
From the wonderfully extended guitar break of "Maybelline," to the audience call and response of "Summertime Blues," Starlite serves it up fast and frantic.
Not merely a human jukebox cranking out a show of well known "oldies," Starlite reaches into the more obscure recesses of his musical bag for such neglected delights as Jack Scott's "The Way I Walk" and Gene Vincent's "Cruisin'."
His original tunes, including "Fuzzy Dice" and "Three-Eight-Two-Five-Nine-Six-Eight," often contain lyrics on the bluer side of pale.
So, if what you've been listening to lately just doesn't move you, take a dose of Stevie Starlite and get "real, real gone for a change."