Maybe it was the gloomy disposition of Lonely Galaxy’s songs that meant EP1 only received a smattering of coverage around its release? Regardless, its follow up should ensure a healthy amount of anticipation ahead of a muted full length next year.

Lonely Galaxy is 21-year-old north Londoner Harry Granger-Howell and he deals in the sort of down in the mouth music you daren’t play in the presence of family in the worry they’d make some assumptions about your current mental demeanour. But rather than leaving you despondent as you then go about your day, a liberating assurance rears its head to revive the dwindling optimism.

EP2’s opener ‘Bible Truth Depot’ sees Lonely Galaxy mask some of the bare sentiment that filled the debut EP by distorting some of the lyrics to render them almost inaudible. Such a technique acts as a good indicator of the ability to make a song work from a solely melodic perspective – we already know Granger-Howell possesses the songwriting prowess – and it proves to the EP’s tightest track. Some crisp guitar work is layered above an organ drone before an unsettling wail engulfs the climax. The unconventional nature of Granger-Howell’s voice will ultimately be too perturbing for some but for those who are prepared to wallow in the distressing delivery, the lack of auto-tune acts only as an emotional intensifier.

‘Nutts’ begins in a similarly wearily fashion, once again leading you down the road of melancholy “I want you to notice / When I feel like it all has gone” before shifting the landscape with some straight-up da daa-ing. It must be noted how splendidly Lonely Galaxy brings each track to a close as he disassembles the sparse arrangements. ‘Heavy’ like ‘So Low’ on EP1 is entirely instrumental. Some simple chords flutter with faint atmospherics as you find yourself in a state of relaxation staring, glass-eyed yonder. Its effect would be greater in the context of an LP but it’s nonetheless pleasant to stand still for a moment of serenity and contemplation.

‘Modern Romance’ starts with a degree of delicacy before breaking down into something which projects the image of Granger-Howell gazing inconsolably into a mirror, as tears flood his cheeks. “I don’t ever wanna find another lover / She said don’t want that / If I could I’d take it back but frankly I’d prefer a heart attack” Lyrics which look downright clunky on paper but will defy you not to feel panged by the pain being portrayed. Without wishing more heartache upon this frail young man’s shoulders, if he can continue to inspire vulnerability as forcefully as this he might make quivering wrecks of all of us.