George Ezra's Sound On "Budapest" Not Exactly Exotic

It's pleasant background to run your baby's bath to. I could stop with that one sentence summation of George Ezra's "Budapest" but that would not be respectful to you, the readers who've elected to spend some time here so I'll strive to give you better. As far as I can tell I can come up with nothing derogatory to say about this 21 year-old folk stylist. Maybe he walks old ladies across the street on a regular basis. That's for him to know and perhaps for the music lover to find out. "Budapest" is an easy creature to follow. Knowing what makes it tick won't eat up much space in your schedule. "Budapest" stays fairly grounded in one chord with the smartly timed bump into a slightly higher range. His lyrics ladle on the sentimental lovably. George has amassed no small pile of personal artifacts in his days but with one word from the lady in his life he'd drop it hot potato quick. His is diversified wealth. The house in Budapest is mere window dressing compared to what else he's been throwing his cash around on. His golden grand piano surely turned heads a time or two. George could've livened up this piece by working in a few tickles along this ivory coast but I imagine folk singers stick to their minstrel guitars and take heart that they've been blessed with regular paying (if not always handsomely) gigs. Yoga enthusiasts listen up. Need a ditty to get you reacquainted with your calm center? "Budapest" is the best opportunity you may ever have. I could fill this space with the reassuring visions you might imagine using "Budapest" as your friendly neighborhood background filler. The dance critic pulled into duty for Paula Abdul's "Cold Hearted" sums it up..."It's very nice". Your best friend comes over. You've been joined at the hip since back when the Earth cooled. She has promised to bring over an extremely flaky red velvet cake. At last the magic moment has arrived. She sets the prized baked masterpiece before you. Without a second's hesitation you grab a fork and shove a slice down your pie hole. Although you're too good a pal to eviscerate her feelings by telling her how the cake lacks quality flake its shortcomings leave you visibly disappointed. Your friend hyped up her handiwork and now you've got no golden memory to show for it. "Budapest" conducts itself like it has something self-deprecating and profound to impart albeit it on a fairly reachable level. After a listen, maybe a few added shuffles for good measure, you realize Hallmark would be equally successful hammering this line of sentiment on a greeting card. I don't loathe greeting cards> The bone I'm picking is George Ezra is, at this time in music history, a relative unknown.You can't turn your potential audience into somnambulists or else they'll send your music to the reject bin lickety split. As has been repeatedly mentioned in folks lining up for job interviews, it's crucial to make a good first impression. My first impression of George Ezra is "Nice bloke but not engaging enough to do anything besides exchange passing glances with him." The mark has not been made. The seeds of a potential legacy are nowhere in sight. The conclusion I am forced to draw is "Budapest" doesn't invite us to venture forth to anywhere we haven't been before. Don't bother ordering a passport. What sounds like it's been confined to your living room will stay there.