Furman's third attempt has accomplished something many fail to do – he is self-deprecating, but his witty humour allows a glimmer of optimism. An enlightening journey through the mind of an outsider, but an entirely relatable one.
Doused in saucy saxophones that make it sound like the sort of ramshackle ‘50s retro revue that Mac DeMarco might make if he fronted Dexys Midnight Runners, it hops, skips and jumps between genres with abandon. One minute he’s lovelorn Neil Young (‘Hour Of Deepest Need’) or roots rock Neutral Milk Hotel (‘Tip Of A Match’), the next he’s skiffle Showaddywaddy (‘Pot Holes’) or drunk Benny Hill (‘Wobbly’). “I was sick of this ordinary life… you’ve gotta keep it new to keep it true”, he explains on acoustic glam anthem ‘Ordinary Life’. It’s a philosophy that makes ‘Perpetual Motion People’, from beat pop opener to gospel closer, a constantly surprising and relentlessly melodic pleasure.
"I'm sick of this record already," Ezra Furman sings midway through his third solo LP. Brutal honesty is a constant in the San Francisco-based singer-songwriter's lyrics: He’s vulnerable, bitter and flawed, with gritty vocals to match. On this album, though, he's closer to self-acceptance, as signaled by the dresses he has worn onstage and on this album's cover. At the same time, the music has gotten more ambitious, with crisp saxophone and percussion framing deep, slurred doo-wop backing vocals. "One September in Boston, I lost the will to live," he sings. Perpetual Motion People is an album that makes you root for him to pull through.
Im Oktober steht Ezra Furman wieder auf deutschen Bühnen:
27.10.15 Berlin, Lido
28.10.15 Hamburg, Molotow
29.10.15 Köln, Blue Shell