Miracle

He isn’t reinventing the wheel here, but he knows what he’s good at.

Dialing back some of the lush grandeur that characterized his 2019 debut, England's Francis Lung offers up a compelling sophomore set that falls somewhere between the sensitive early-'70s power pop of Emitt Rhodes, the melancholic introspections of Elliott Smith, and Field Music's tight craftsmanship.

Miracles defy the laws of nature. They don’t come round very often – if truly ever. But there’s a wondrous beauty inherent within

Francis Lung has made the happiest-sounding album about substance abuse we've heard in a while – and while admirable, it's a bit jarring

Musically erudite Manchester singer-songwriter probes his own character. Album review by Kieron Tyler