As the 2004 election campaign got under way and vast crowds turned out to cheer the challenging John Kerry, one wonders -- has there been any other time in history when a man running for the highest office in government has taken for his battle cry the title of a somewhat dodgy mid-'70s album by an disgraced English eccentric? "JK all the way," cried the crowds across the country, and record collectors stirred uncertainly. Has this minor masterpiece's time come at last? Riding behind King's recent hit adaptation of "Una Paloma Blanca," JK All the Way offers up what keen King-spotters will already recognize as his proven formula of quirky originals and even quirkier covers -- alongside the near simultaneous 100 Ton & a Feather album, however, it also catches an even greater degree of cynicism slipping in, as King begins to abandon his earlier experimental ideals (and Shag, Bubblerock, even the Piglets all fall into that bag) in favor of simply King-ifying his chosen material. Almost anything on this album could have been a hit single, had King only chosen to release it. But little would have made a great one and, as one wanders through the King catalog, that's one of the harshest condemnations imaginable.
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