My mistake for not making the distinction between "The Ray Charles Singers" and the actual "Ray Charles," soul singer, that everyone knows. Apparently this is none other than the no-one-has-heard-of Charles Raymond Offenberg, composer and leader of the Ray Charles Singers. How does he get away with parading around as "Ray Charles"? Does.Not.Compute. Indeed the group appearing on this record, is also the group who did schmaltzy commercial jingles and choral records for 35 years. GREAT. Why didn't anyone inform me of this before spending an entire dollar at the RAG (Recycled American Goods) Shop in Berkley Springs, WV?
And since I'm slagging off on this piece of goodness, who is this faux Mark Rothko that contributed art to this album? Is this a pig snout? A hippo face? Surely an animal, or a rendering of the Hawaiian islands that they are singing about. Poop.
Well it's fair to say that the VVers only lasted for half of the first half of side A before running screaming to lift the needle. In fact, it was so bad, that we took that chance that really nothing could be worse and threw on some Sesame Street tunes that we have in our listening queue for no reason. In fact Bert's Blockbusters proved to be the perfect follow up. There were only a few crayon marks on the vinyl.
So, in conclusion I would like to thank the Ray Charles singers for being so awful. If not for their old-timey harmonizing from heck the VVers would not likely have spent the remainder of the night listening to all of our Sesame Street records. Happy ending.