Both moody and mellow, the first
album proper from Ed Sheeran has to live up to a great deal of expectations.
Despite having released material for the better part of half a decade now, the
young musician has only recently come to light and is now being hailed as one
of the most inspiring and talented singer songwriters of his generation.
Broad and sweeping, the release
tackles social issues, the idea of self-identity and the problematic twinges of
love.
Sheeran delivers haunting and
wholly mesmerising vocals that seem somewhat haggard and worn by years of
strife: the album is splattered with regret and retribution in equal measure.
No more so is this obvious than the occasionally vicious pre-release ‘You Need
Me, I Don’t Need You’, which showcases ability to rap at tongue-twisting,
sizzling speeds. (By his own admission, when performing the aforementioned
track, he normally is successful in snapping his guitar strings).
Yet, the album is much more
interesting and notable once such bravado has been removed. Certainly, the long
and difficult lessons of ‘You Need Me’ frame Sheeran’s growth, but the anguish
of tracks such as ‘The A Team’ define the musician as coming to the pinnacle of
bemoaned success.
For example, a great many of the
featured tracks focus on the trails of love amidst attempts of a breakthrough.
‘U.N.I.’ talks of the differences that led to the end of a relationship, and
yet with only “a hairband as proof you were here”, the regret hits like a
‘tsunami wave’, such its powerful force. ‘Grade 8’ has a slightly rockier edge
granted by the various bouncing drums and piano chords, reflecting in the
uncertainty of love: the affections of our musician are the attention of some
playfully promiscuous paramour, that so induces “tears of a river filler”, need
of “drink for a liver killer”.
Most compassionate and striking
of these lost liaisons comes courtesy of ‘Wake Me Up’. In a-capella fashion,
Sheeran both demonstrates the soft and hard vocals within his capacity, and
delivers a performance that is such a postcard perfect representation of young
and idol love, only foreshadowed slightly by the future problems in the
breaking of the comedy fairytale ‘Shrek’.
Growing pains of ‘The City’ has
the musician a stranger wherever he plays, and this the lesson of a singer who
has travelled globally and slept on Jamie Foxx’ sofa. By contrast, the absent
baby of ‘Small Bump’, once a map of future plans, taken too soon works in much
a best laid plans of mice and men fashion.
Despite the fervent passion
evident in Sheeran’s tracks and topics, the flaw of + is that by the close of the
album, all this overwhelming onset of weary emotions becomes overbearing and
somewhat repetitive, typified by the longing of ‘Kiss Me’.
Whilst the range of the album is
also rather pleasantly surprising, there are occasions when lack of considered
lyrics unbalances a song. ‘Wake Me Up’ cringingly fumbles through its second
verse by recommending a back up VCR, due to lack of Blu-Ray. ‘Kiss Me’ suggests
that whilst “falling into your eyes… I’ll forget I’m in love”, all too
stereotyped and cheesy after other brash tracks on this release.
However, with continued success
and recognition comes the opportunity to experiment in new areas and hopefully
Sheeran will consolidate his achievements so far whilst delivering a sound
equally as impressive and capturing next time. Indeed, with such an extensive
back catalogue, this offering is merely but a taster of the man’s talents, finally being recognised after remaining an underground secret for so many years. There is no doubt that the elevator doors of ‘You Need Me’ will ping open in
time for Ed to deliver an even superior 'load' when the follow up is released.
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