This is rather drab white-folk , delivered in a far less gutsy voice than that of one of 's friends in Greenwich Village in the early '60s, . Most of the songs are , some quite familiar ( ), and none are originals, though he does cover 's and is a capable 12-string guitarist, but the album's a timepiece of the early-'60s boom, when such colorless vocalists could record for fairly big labels mainly by virtue of their still-unusual repertoire and their accessible diction. This album was reissued on with a different title, , and different cover. ~ Richie Unterberger