Don't Forget To Place Ed Sheeran In Your IPod Shuffle

Ed Sheeran's way around a dance hook and a nice cup of tea have something in common. The two are very approachable. "Don't" succeeds in laying on significant charm which is only going to help the man's overall cred both on and off the street. Upping his likability quotient here are nasty rhythms that don't make you shudder in their presence. This is all in good fun, as Ed indicates from one connecting rod to the next. If cute percussion is your thing you came to the right place. Ed also inserts some winsome piano licks that wouldn't sound out of place on a Maroon 5 single, a compliment if ever I could offer it. "Don't zeroes in on Ed trying to avoid a romantic tryst he'd just as soon do without since hers is one cold heart of hearts. As one might expect from an early twentysomething gent the sexual content is highly innocent at its core. Thrown in, among other things are gin and a takeaway pizza. She craves time between the sheets but also wonders why she didn't come out and ask for it before. The great Aretha Franklin receives a sweet name drop even though I wouldn't classify Ed as contributing to the soul fabric she has plenty of yarn attached to. Seriously, "Don't is best served up as part of the infancy stage of a relationship. The chorus, centering around the highly pointed directive "Don't fuck with my love", doesn't lack for that sweet spot encompassing blush worthiness and hip shaking due to the dance friendly framework. Any guy who puts Ron Weasley of Hogwarts in one of his videos can't be lacking in taste by that wide a margin. Ed's female co-protagonist has a real problem with how much distance she wants to keep between them. For openers the text message route is all she can manage. Before long she's staying at his place and "loves the way I treat her", quoth Ed. If "Don't were to be compared to a sporting activity I'd think wrestling is the closest match. Much of the content is about establishing whether the two of them should be avoiding the five foot perimeter of closeness or pushing their relationship to something resembling a next level. In a sense that justifies the macho/feminine mixture of sound that is bound to get you shuffling your feet a little bit. That way you can digest both his and her perspective. From the frequent flier miles they log they manage to keep busy anywhere and everywhere. "Four cities, two planes the same day"? Rigorous scheduling only recommended if you've got the horses in your tank to keep up. Time and again "Don't wavers between off again and off again dalliance. He's not happy she took another to bed. She comes off as one serious basket case. The reward comes in watching both of them grappling for position. Eventually this tilt ends in a draw. Such is the course of young love. There's still that unshakable rush buoyed by emotions that won't always fit the situation they're connected to. In other words, the hullabaloo doesn't fit the degree of intimacy they're presently favoring. Luckily Ed's easily homestyle charm can win us over while they decide whether there's any shit left to get together. They'll agonize, you can get lost in the quirky chord progressions. After that last drop of tea wriggles to the bottom of your gullet you can wish Ed and his issue-prone ladylove a concerned but nonetheless fond farewell. "Don't" racks up points as a winning number in the equation known as his "X" ("Multiply") album. You'll know you had a soothing beverage after you get up from this table. Don't forget to invest some prized quality time on it.