A midsummer release, and the presence of producer Jacknife Lee, rarely signals the arrival of a spotlight-shunning record and so it proves with Callum Burrows’s debut. There are nods to indie’s artier fringes in its occasional twitchy bass lines and a cappella breakdowns, but this is a record so unabashed in its bid for festival glory that the first woah-oahed vocal hook arrives 10 seconds in. On these terms, it may be a success; it’s well stocked with melodies that you can imagine being bellowed back at him by sodden crowds. But you can’t help feeling that the anthemic uplift of these songs is too generic to last much beyond the summer.
