I don’t know why I haven’t blogged about him fully yet (apart from my Reading Review), and I don’t know why no-one else has blogged about him much yet, but Esser is just amazing. Eschewing many instruments in favour of samples and with the yearning vocals of a forlorn madman, every song is noticably his, but none of them are the same.
I have a really, really bad memory, so the fact that every time I hear a new song by him I remember it from watching them in Reading this summer is really quite something. I actually bumped into him at a club in Newcastle (after I missed his gig that night – annoying to say the least) and he seemed like a nice enough guy. Well, I say nice enough, he was absolutely hammered and started dancing with one of my friends. So that has only improved my opinion of him.
Listen to the samba-whirlwind of “Satisfied” and then investigate him further, he’ll put his songs in your head, and then they’ll never go away. In a good way, I promise.