A lucky dip of styles, crazy-paved together by Frankie Vaughan’s beefy voice. A couple of years earlier this might have worked as a smartypants big-orchestra trifle. A few later and Vaughan could have turned it into an early soul thumper. As it is he has a hell of a job holding the song together at all, as it lurches from a stripped-back guitar strut through street-corner backing to its more-or-less swingin’ conclusion. The meaning of the song is similarly adrift – a cheater’s metaphor or a lover’s whimsy? This listener is hardly moved to care either way.

Score: 4

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