Taking advantage of a recent daydream, I purchased a few CDs from my remembrance of years gone by (while dipping a madeline in my tea... no, wait a moment, that's someone else's daydream). This one came to mind due entirely to the throaty, breathy voice that belted out "Black Velvet" with such feeling. I was interested to discover if I would find the song as satisfying today as I did those years ago.
In short, I did. "Black Velvet" conjures the same dark, rural gothic images today as it did then. Then I listened to the rest of the CD.
Make a note, when encountering a CD by a singer who is essentially a "one hit wonder," don't listen to the other songs on the CD. None of them have the power or the feeling of "Black Velvet;" some are merely mediocre, others just plain bad.
Be that as it may. If you are wishing to revisit your youth, or whichever of the stages in which you found yourself when this album was released, for a drive down Memory Avenue, ten bucks is not so drastic a price to pay for the cab fare.