Halloween and George Ezra? Shudder was definitely not. It was a light-hearted evening full of craft songwerk and carefree escapism. Exactly what was promised.
Everyone in his circle of friends so’n ‘happy-go-lucky type; a friend who carelessly goes through life, always optimistic and energy. Depending on …
Everyone in his circle of friends so’n ‘happy-go-lucky type; a friend who carelessly goes through life, always optimistic and energy. Depending on the situation, that positive attitude is highly contagious, or extremely irritating. After this concert, we could not but conclude that George Ezra is also such a person is that the glass is always half full regards. If you are songs and stories are to be believed anyway.
The Brit with the blonde blaze wound the audience around his fingers with anecdotes from his seemingly perfect troubadoursleven. How he, in Barcelona, with an artistic vriendengroepje was staying, and during the day through the city, ambled over. How he in the company of three Swedish schones to the song Contest watched with a bottle of cheap rum in hand. How he Hungarian journalists barely explained was that his song ‘Budapest’ not at all on their capital.
Ezra brought his stories on an affected sound, with the proverbial hot potato in the mouth, but that is forgive him. Everyone hung on his lips, and he had us at the end of the advance warning: the purpose of this evening was that he wanted to daydream. Check. Because we too are in our imagination, as weggeglipt to southern cities and warm summer nights.
Thanks to the music, of course. ‘Barcelona’ was a long, deep sigh full of summers longing and a nice warm-up for ‘Pretty shining people’, one of the few songs in which Ezra himself allowed a crack in his optimistic armor to show (‘What a terrible time to be alive’). Such as Ed Sheeran, the folk embraces, so calling George Ezra all like to reggaedeuntjes and then ‘Listen to the man echoed, we had even of late The Radios think. We are not there yet, or that’s a good sign.
Although the public all of the time warm and kindly showed, burst the time to really get out in the enthusiasm when ‘Paradise’ was used. Suddenly there was something exciting on that stage: Ezra was Elvis. A flamboyant rocker that a firm tug on his guitar, as he wanted to say: and now will you dance, darn it. All disappeared, the warm smile of George Ezra, the scoutsleider, of course never. Zanglustig Hint. If we would have to recommend to his totemnaam.
The graces of Ezra that he opts for simplicity. On the stage everyone was completely dressed in black and except for an elegant light show there were no tierlantijntjes. He let his warm personality and his powerful pop songs do the work. ‘All my love’ sounded too much like a song of thirteen in a dozen, but it was the only low point in a set full of popparels. Our favorite: the radiofähige ‘Blame it on me’, a catchy samba-interlude received (including whistles). With ‘Shotgun’ and sent George Ezra us the Halloweennacht in. A light-hearted evening full of craft songwerk and carefree escapism: we had exactly what was promised.
Seen on Wednesday 31 October at the Lotto Arena, Antwerp.