Ed Harcourt Furnaces Polydor To many a music fan, English singer-songwriter Ed Harcourt has long been one of “those guys”, recognisable by name and style but whose actual tracks are difficult to recall. Ever since his 2001 Mercury-nominated debut, Here Be Monsters , Harcourt has seemed content to float along on warm critical praise, sitting just below the mainstream radar. While his seventh solo album, Furnaces , isn’t likely to worry Frank Ocean at the top of the hit parade, the 39-year-old balladeer may have finally written the complete, dark and majestic masterpiece that he’s been threatening to create for 15 years. Harcourt’s brand of ghostly pop has always had a bleakness and weight to it, but this time it comes with a fiery focused intent. Super-producer Flood brings a taut intensity to the brooding cinematic atmosphere, the Elbow-esque Occupational Hazard bettered only by the staggering Immoral , but, when Harcourt casually states, “I’m coming to get what I came for”, on Loup Garou , you know this time he’s serious.