Album Review: Jack Garratt - Phase

Jack Garratt has weathered a lot of flack since placing first in the BBC Sound Of poll at the beginning of the year.
The annual survey of top UK record-industry figures is a reliable barometer of impending stardom, with previous picks including Sam Smith, Adele and Florence Welch.
Garratt, though, has been on the receiving end of a backlash. With his sensitive, every-dude lyrics and glitch-infused sound, the chief beef against the 24-year-old Buckinghamshire native seems to be that his music represents a cynical amalgam of several popular genres.
Thereâs certainly something to the charge that Garratt is Ed Sheeran with a dubstep makeover. Under their twitchy electro veneer, âMy House Is Your Homeâ and âWeatheredâ (âIf I never let you go/will you keep me young?â) brim with man-boy tremulousness.
Moreover, itâs easy to imagine Sheeranâs undemanding fanbase singing along to such slurp-slathered lines as âIâve clothed my fears in the fabric of your dignityâ.
Still, Phase is not quite the dead-eyed bid for chart conquest that Garrattâs detractors might have you believe. Inspired by his girlfriendâs experiences with the sensory neurological condition, synnesthesia, âCoalesceâ (Synesthesia Pt. II) and âSynesthesia Pt IIIâ bring to mind The xx, if they were taking notes from Simon Cowell, and âFireâ suggests â and not in an entirely terrible way â The Killersâ Brandon Flowers covering Bon Iver.
With a trucker cap and a regulation craft beard, there is an obvious temptation to dismiss Garratt as a hipster looking for the easiest route to the top of the charts. Judged as a pop document â which is what it is, essentially â his debut has plenty of charm, however. Itâs a slight affair, twee in places, and, yes, of course, Garratt has been groomed for stardom by a mercurial record label. Yet Phase is not at all worthy of the opprobrium aimed in its direction.