Thankfully
Ezra Furman is not related to Doncaster Rover’s hapless South African
midfielder Dean Furman. Unlike his footballing namesake, Ezra is creative,
energetic, pacy at times and actually manages to score sometimes with some
cracking songs which ultimately hit the back of the music biz net. Maybe Dean
should think about a music career.
They love
Ezra on 6 Music. I was so sick of hearing how great he was that I decided to
find out for myself and surprisingly he was actually quite great. That’s not to
say that this is the most consistent of albums, but most of the songs are at
least engaging and four or five are things of beauty. However, it’s quite hard
to describe the kind of noise that Ezra produces. It’s original, unique, lo-fi,
folky but with a timeless quality that recreates the atmosphere of Bob Dylan or
the Byds. If you need further persuasion; he looks like a cool guy, he probably
writes these songs in his cellar and his backing band are called The
Boyfriends.
The pick of
the bunch are the poignant singalong of ‘Cold Hands’, the skiffle-tas tic ‘Tell
‘em All to Go to Hell’ and the stunningly atmospheric ‘Walk on in Darkeness’
which sounds like a cross between Surfa Rosa era Pixies and the Cramps on a
good day. I often find myself singing ‘Maybe God is a Train?’ as well. And who
knows, maybe God is a train? Maybe a train invented Honky Tonk angels? ‘My
Zero’ also has some appeal on the catchiness continuum.
This is a great introduction to his work and I’m instantly hooked and looking forward to the next Ezra album I can get my hands on. Hopefully Dean will take note and prove to be more dynamic, creative and speedy in the future just like Ezra.
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