George Ezra: Staying at Tamara’s review – the sound of summer barbecues

(Columbia)Even by the standards of critically uncool music, George Ezra is not cool. Time was when all any summer jam needed was a guitar-playing hat man faintly acquainted with ska. That simple time is over, the sound of the summer is now self-loathing set to slinky dancehall. Paolo Nutini is in the wilderness. Even Olly Murs sings sex jams now. It makes Ezra’s second album a total anachronism, and potentially more charming for it: horns parp, hands clap, choruses rouse and seethe with b...

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