So it would seem that this debut EP from the hotly-tipped Yorkshire artist The Last Morrell recently received praise from Radio 1’s Jessie Ware. This is probably impressive, but I long stopped being R1’s target demographic, and I’m not sure anyone needs to know about his tip, either. Moreover, lead track ‘The Party’ is one of those jazz-hands theatre school funk-infused pop songs that evokes the spirit of Stevie Wonder as filtered through a slew of post-millennial jaunty indie landfill. It’s got that muso smugness emanating from every note, and it’s seriously irritating.
It’s completely unrepresentative of the EP as a whole: over the course of the three remaining songs, The Last Morrell (which appears to be his actual name, which is pretty unfortunate and probably quite a sad thing for all of the ancestors in the Morrell lineage) reveals himself to be a skilled songwriter and musician, with a most distinctive vocal style that swoops and soars, conveying a tangible sensitivity as he navigates an array of emotions and ponderances over soft piano and subtle synths.
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