Guy Garvey's lyrics as ever paint a vivid, cinematic picture: "There on the sand, throwing both her arms around the world, the world that doesn't even know how much it needs this little girl."
Or on the title track, this marvellous description of domestic unrest: "The flurry of departure in a cyclone of cologne, would often devastate the gate and hedge, and set our tiny teeth on edge."
If there's a weakpoint at all on this album, it's probably the closer, Kindling, with its shades of U2's Running To Stand Still, a track Elbow have covered. But even then it's not a terrible song.
And as with the rest of the album, it may well elicit an emotional response from the listener.
Little Fictions is magnificent (I say).
Rating 4/5 stars