Vol. II by Francis Fell is like stumbling across a lost cassette in your cool auntโs atticโsomething nostalgic, sun-drenched, and strangely magnetic. Recorded mostly on analogue gear, this three-song EP is a warm, lo-fi hug wrapped in psychedelic dreams and indie charm. From the very first strum of โWait,โ youโre pulled into Fellโs hazy universe of tea-stained bedrooms, aching phone calls, and waiting. The guitars shimmer like late-afternoon light through dusty windows, while the vocalsโa husky, soothing croonโmake loneliness sound oddly romantic.
Then comes โMaryโs Song,โ and things get moodier. Organ wails drift above shadowy bass and blurred-out vocals that feel like theyโre being transmitted from a dream. Thereโs a groove lurking underneath that keeps things grounded, but itโs still got that floaty, soft-focus vibe.
And just when you think youโve got the EP pegged, โLionpebbleโ rolls inโgentle, mindful, and gorgeously melancholic. The strumming is delicate at first, almost unsure of itself, but then the dusty drums and radiant guitars burst through like a slow-building sunrise. Fell sings like heโs remembering something precious and painful all at once. This oneโs anti-pop in the best way: itโs introspective, oddly catchy, and completely its own thing.
The best part is Francis Fell doesnโt sound like anyone but themselves. You can hear the 60s, 70s, maybe even a hint of Tame Impala on mushrooms, but it all feels new. Real instruments, real performances, and a voice that doesnโt need auto-tune to hit you in the gutโVol. II is a short but potent reminder that music made with heart (and tape machines) still hits different.
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Review by: Naomi Joan