09-02-2015, 14:16
enters the Billboard chart this week at #19
Spotify online listen
not yet rated by allmusic
debut album
thought CH had posted this but I can't find it
I finally learn what "ahdleevydoh" means
good album here and it's on my list
artist website - http://www.georgeezra.com/
Bio - from allmusic
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Hertford-reared, Bristol-based singer/songwriter George Ezra possesses a deep, resonant, and emotionally weathered voice that belies his considerable youth.
Influenced by similarly precocious troubadours like Bob Dylan and Hank Williams, Ezra was just 19 when he issued his debut single "Budapest," a warm, amiable, and
soulful slice of classy folk-pop that invoked names like Willy Mason, Ben Howard, Ray LaMontagne, and Tom Odell. That song, along with three others, appeared on his
2013 debut EP Did You Hear the Rain?
Album Review - from theguardian
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Do we really need another guitar-toting troubadour, one whose singing voice says "Mississippi Delta sharecropper" while his phenotype says "Boden catalogue"? We
already have Paolo Nutini. We also have Ed Sheeran, Jake Bugg and scores of other young, male acoustic-botherers. Overall, there's really no shortage of toothsome
young people here, recycling old music for profit. One Direction aside, it's still our hottest cultural export.
The astounding thing is, there is always room for one more take on everything that has been done to death: the crime novel, the romantic comedy, the sandwich, the
singer-songwriter. You might think fanbases (and their spending power) are finite things, but success is more like the internet: it doesn't really ever fill up. There is space
in the pantheon for this treacle-voiced strummer. George Ezra is 21, grew up in Hertford, went to music college in Bristol, came fifth in the BBC's Sound of 2014 poll, and
has had a top 10 hit with a song called Budapest in most of Europe. He packs a Harry Potter scar and a set of songs that navigates the cusp where breezy folk-pop â
the stuff of lucrative ad syncs â tips over into someone getting murdered scuba diving off the north coast of Belgium.
This incident happens on Drawing Board, a romp about bad planning. A forsaken Ezra fantasises about offing someone in various hare-brained ways (haircut from
Sweeney Todd, pillowcase full of snakes). Obviously, in real life, killing people is no laughing matter. But we're clearly in the realm of self-aware absurdist fantasising
here, with a guy slightly more tongue in cheek than your average six-string chancer.
Ezra set out his stall as boyfriend material. Budapest, that calling card, remains as soppy as hell. "For you, I'd leave it all," he sings. Actually, what he sings is
"ahdleevydoh", an affectation that makes you want to chew the nearest bit of linoleum. It becomes less noisome as the quirks of Ezra's mortuary baritone reveal
themselves over the course of 12 songs.
Some of these songs â Barcelona, say â are merely conventional. Wait around a bit, though, and there is usually something more compelling going on, setting Ezra
apart from the Delta Boden pack. The rumbustious Cassy O appears to be about a girl. It's actually about a clock and the inexorable passing of time. "The bastard face
kept changing and the hands they wouldn't stop," he spits.
His songs may be easy to listen to, but he's a stirrer, Ezra. Leaving It Up to You contemplates another ex and her "new playmate". Ezra's holding himself back from
"harming her darling". On Breakaway, he offers shelter to a girl whose current squeeze is demolishing her self-esteem. There are choruses here, enhanced by a gospel
choir, that beg to be repeated back, not least Leaving It Up to You, in which Ezra goes for an unexpected falsetto. But the chief pleasure on these tunes is that Ezra has
found a slightly less well-worn way to skin the cat of romantic competition.
Requiring menace from an album that references the label on Paddington's suitcase is probably asking a bit much. But it's this darkish side that keeps you listening past
the blithe singalongs. A relatively old song, Did You Hear the Rain?, remains the spookiest thing here ("Lucifer's inside!" Ezra avers). One album track is nearly as
sonorous â Spectacular Rival, where Ezra's really got it in for some other guy again, his lower register reverberating ominously. One to watch out for then, in more ways
than one. He might turn out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing.
I don't get the video but I seldom do:
[video=youtube;H4ifSrE8iSg]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4ifSrE8iSg[/video]
Track Listing
1. Blame It On Me
2. Budapest
3. Cassy O'
4. Barcelona
5. Listen To the Man
6. Leaving It Up To You
7. Did You Hear the Rain?
8. Drawing Board
9. Stand By Your Gun
10. Breakaway
11. Over the Creek
12. Spectacular Rival
Spotify online listen
not yet rated by allmusic
debut album
thought CH had posted this but I can't find it
I finally learn what "ahdleevydoh" means
good album here and it's on my list
artist website - http://www.georgeezra.com/
Bio - from allmusic
Hertford-reared, Bristol-based singer/songwriter George Ezra possesses a deep, resonant, and emotionally weathered voice that belies his considerable youth.
Influenced by similarly precocious troubadours like Bob Dylan and Hank Williams, Ezra was just 19 when he issued his debut single "Budapest," a warm, amiable, and
soulful slice of classy folk-pop that invoked names like Willy Mason, Ben Howard, Ray LaMontagne, and Tom Odell. That song, along with three others, appeared on his
2013 debut EP Did You Hear the Rain?
Album Review - from theguardian
Do we really need another guitar-toting troubadour, one whose singing voice says "Mississippi Delta sharecropper" while his phenotype says "Boden catalogue"? We
already have Paolo Nutini. We also have Ed Sheeran, Jake Bugg and scores of other young, male acoustic-botherers. Overall, there's really no shortage of toothsome
young people here, recycling old music for profit. One Direction aside, it's still our hottest cultural export.
The astounding thing is, there is always room for one more take on everything that has been done to death: the crime novel, the romantic comedy, the sandwich, the
singer-songwriter. You might think fanbases (and their spending power) are finite things, but success is more like the internet: it doesn't really ever fill up. There is space
in the pantheon for this treacle-voiced strummer. George Ezra is 21, grew up in Hertford, went to music college in Bristol, came fifth in the BBC's Sound of 2014 poll, and
has had a top 10 hit with a song called Budapest in most of Europe. He packs a Harry Potter scar and a set of songs that navigates the cusp where breezy folk-pop â
the stuff of lucrative ad syncs â tips over into someone getting murdered scuba diving off the north coast of Belgium.
This incident happens on Drawing Board, a romp about bad planning. A forsaken Ezra fantasises about offing someone in various hare-brained ways (haircut from
Sweeney Todd, pillowcase full of snakes). Obviously, in real life, killing people is no laughing matter. But we're clearly in the realm of self-aware absurdist fantasising
here, with a guy slightly more tongue in cheek than your average six-string chancer.
Ezra set out his stall as boyfriend material. Budapest, that calling card, remains as soppy as hell. "For you, I'd leave it all," he sings. Actually, what he sings is
"ahdleevydoh", an affectation that makes you want to chew the nearest bit of linoleum. It becomes less noisome as the quirks of Ezra's mortuary baritone reveal
themselves over the course of 12 songs.
Some of these songs â Barcelona, say â are merely conventional. Wait around a bit, though, and there is usually something more compelling going on, setting Ezra
apart from the Delta Boden pack. The rumbustious Cassy O appears to be about a girl. It's actually about a clock and the inexorable passing of time. "The bastard face
kept changing and the hands they wouldn't stop," he spits.
His songs may be easy to listen to, but he's a stirrer, Ezra. Leaving It Up to You contemplates another ex and her "new playmate". Ezra's holding himself back from
"harming her darling". On Breakaway, he offers shelter to a girl whose current squeeze is demolishing her self-esteem. There are choruses here, enhanced by a gospel
choir, that beg to be repeated back, not least Leaving It Up to You, in which Ezra goes for an unexpected falsetto. But the chief pleasure on these tunes is that Ezra has
found a slightly less well-worn way to skin the cat of romantic competition.
Requiring menace from an album that references the label on Paddington's suitcase is probably asking a bit much. But it's this darkish side that keeps you listening past
the blithe singalongs. A relatively old song, Did You Hear the Rain?, remains the spookiest thing here ("Lucifer's inside!" Ezra avers). One album track is nearly as
sonorous â Spectacular Rival, where Ezra's really got it in for some other guy again, his lower register reverberating ominously. One to watch out for then, in more ways
than one. He might turn out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing.
I don't get the video but I seldom do:
[video=youtube;H4ifSrE8iSg]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4ifSrE8iSg[/video]
Track Listing
1. Blame It On Me
2. Budapest
3. Cassy O'
4. Barcelona
5. Listen To the Man
6. Leaving It Up To You
7. Did You Hear the Rain?
8. Drawing Board
9. Stand By Your Gun
10. Breakaway
11. Over the Creek
12. Spectacular Rival
