1953 Guy Mitchell: Look At That Girl

I can imagine Guy pitching up at The Sands one night to catch Frank or Dean in their pomp and thinking 'I'll have a bit of that'; 'Look At The Girl' tries to sashay on the same fingerclicking groove of cool that Sinatra found effortless but instead this swings about as well as a square tyre. Mitchell has a decent enough voice (as will be evidenced on 'Singing The Blues') but on this he's cardboard stiff and the smugness of what there is of tone is not endearing - the girl we're meant to be looking at in slack jawed awe is the one he's actually banging. Nice one Guy (he couldn't look more pleased with himself on that cover shot if he tried could he eh)? The forceful clapping in the background sounds like applause aimed in his direction for winning such a trophy, but the orchestrated backing keeps a respectful distance as if it's too embarrassed to be seen in the same company as such a dolt. But we all know blokes like that, don't we?