Blue Hawaii is cheap and plentiful and thoroughly entertaining.
The artwork is worth a chuckle, but is the music worth a listen? Sure, and you might even dance to it before it’s done.
Wichita Lineman is a bargain store lament of unexpected depth, worth far more than its price tag in salty wisdom, the crackling vinyl recollecting a long-gone past.
A gorgeous survey of something whose musical reach should go far beyond its seemingly narrow target audience.