Rated 4/10
A 1960s vocal pop album consisting entirely of covers is probably not one of the essential 1001 albums of all time. Even the likes of Willie Nelson loses a star automatically for having an all-covers album- and Dusty is clearly no Willie. Realistically, this is closer to the Rolling Stones' debut in quality. The singing is good, but it's just basic 60s pop. Is it important? I have no idea. Is it good? Depends on who you ask. If you ask me, I'd say that it's pleasant enough without really offering anything of substance. This has not been a good week for albums for me(Stephen Stills is mediocrity incarnate and Eminem is way too aggressive and hateful), and this album does little to turn this meh streak around.