Johnny Burnette was the outsider Elvis; the Coconut Cream to Elvis's Mikado, the Mortal Combat to his Street Fighter, the Oink comic to his Beano. Burnette rocked hard and true but was just a little too feral, and had too many frayed edges, for white bread america. He also had a tendancy to yelp out a primal scream in the middle of his tunes which further blotted his copybook. Here he is looking manic in a suit that's a little too big for him and grinning inanely like a pint-sized rockabilly Max Cady. Hail hail Johnny Burnette.