Ezra Furman has done a lot for our office unity in that we all hate him. However outside of these four walls he's very popular what with his squeaky songs and disregard for saxophone conventions. This is a collection of songs that seem to have all found a home here and Ezra touchingly dedicates it to all the refugees of the world.
2 reviews. Add your own review.
I was really mean to Ezra Furman last time ‘round and I feel kinda bad because I was probably meeting him at a bad corner of the day, several albums into reviewer’s purgatory. I’m in that spot again right now, but “Teddy I’m Ready” is getting me pumped, a song a lot more considered than you’re average Furman pantomime, but climaxing with great emotive force from its acoustic strums into an old-skool rockalong. The arpeggiated acoustic strums are a nice touch: it shows that amidst the huge Billy Joel magnitude of the thing (plus those boisterous sax riffs), Furman’s thinking about the inner workings of it all.
Consider this review, then, a basic apology, for fundamentally misunderstanding Ezra Furman’s music, which does exactly what it does very well. This EP feels like a continuation of his theatrical, overflowing narrative style, made on the same love of big band scale that best complements his singer-songwriter confines. Generous and excessive pop music for those days when you wan't to dance around your room and love yourself.
8/10 The Doc Customer review, 25th August 2016
Poor Ezra Furman. You guys seem to have a real downer on him and it's a proper shame as he's made some fantastic records over the years (has he? - ed).
This cracking little EP is a worthy addition to the canon, an A-side featuring three old-school rock n roll style stompers - closer in sound to his first album than anything he's done for yonks - and a b-side with three more delicate, acoustic based tracks. He's always walked a fine line between self-confidence and self-loathing when you listen to his lyrics; if Perpetual Motion People was shot-through with self-doubt, it's great to hear him get his snarl back here, and the way he spits "I don't give a fuck/if they put me in a truck/and send me out to sea" is probably the best moment on the album. The gorgeous Eastern-European arrangement of the last track runs it's a close second, with fiddles and accordions providing some lovely backing to a typically heartfelt singalong.
This is far better than anything on the covers EP he did for Record Store Day, and the best bits of this are better than some of the stuff on his last full-length album. He seems to have been pretty prolific of late, so let's hope he keeps 'em coming.
YOUR RECENTLY VIEWED ITEMS
- Big Fugitive Life by Ezra Furman
Get alerted to new stock from this artist / label.