Presley was never a shape shifter in the way that say, Dylan or Bowie were. He was always more of a pillar of consistency. A crooner who stumbled over his own, unique musical persona early in his career and stuck with it through to the bitter end.

And why wouldn't you when you're the greatest vocalist in music history?

There's no need to delve into psychedelia when you possess the power to bring the world to tears with a soaring ballad. And there's no need to bring Carlos Santana into the studio for a guest solo when you can always buckle the broad's knees with a 50′s dance-haller and a quick contortion of your pelvis.

As such, (Marie's the Name) His Latest Flame stays the course of consistency. It's not necessarily groundbreaking in any respect. However, the man behind the microphone sings with such charisma and tonal quality, that his voice succeeds in drowning out any thoughts of monotony.