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Nottingham's Saint Raymond - real name Callum Burrows (who's unsurprisingly not been canonised) - has been makin' waves recently with his sprightly pop troubadouring. Stow the associations with Jake Bugg (also a wee teen from Nottingham who sings and guitars), 'cause Burrows is more akin to George Ezra and early Ed Sheeran, back when he dabbled with loop pedals and had a soul. The BBC in particular have had their eye on Burrows, with Maida Vale sessions, Zane Lowe natters and national exposure; it's no surprise - his Escapade EP was fairly spectacular, and Kele Okereke was impressed enough to remix subsequent EP title track 'Young Blood'.

Following up the Young Blood EP, Burrows is dropping third short-length Ghosts in time for the summer and festival season. 'Everything She Wants' is poised for chart glory; addictive trumped-up bass riffs and Everything Everything-esque math interludes (who, funnily enough, have done a rework themselves) make for more intrigue than your run-of-the-mill singer-songwriter. It's definitely polished, but there's a youthful earnestness in Burrows' words: "you're still the girl who rules my heart/ I'm still the boy to tear it all apart/ It's all for us, all for us," he croons with a salt-of-the-earth honesty despite the quasi-clichéd mantra.

'Brighter Days' is pretty good too - it makes it easy to see why the aforementioned Sheeran picked him up for a support slot. Again, it's buffed with Brasso, and would be arguably a stronger ditty sans the hi-fi production values; taking a lead from James Vincent McMorrow or some subtle acoustic musicians. As it stands, it's strong pop - taut rhythms, massive chorus, infectious earworms - nothing more, nothing less.

Surely, now that we've had three EPs within the space of a year, Burrows will whip out a full-length soon. He's got plenty of material to form a solid foundation, and given the acclaim and snowballing fan praise, the timing would be great. Ghosts will surely drum up plenty of attention for Saint Raymond, and even though it's slightly overworked, and Burrows' vocals sound like they'd thrive in a pricklier environment rather than the limpid mercury pools they're currently in, it's easy-going and will strike a chord. It's the kind of music that's very easy to love. Remember how the 1975 and Ben Howard started? No? Us neither, 'cause they just exploded from nowhere. Saint Raymond's next in line for that treatment.

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