Bio

Miracle Mile

‘Adorably affecting emotional twangerama’ – Time Out
‘A proper little gem.’ – Mojo
‘Finely crafted in the tradition of Crowded House and Prefab Sprout’ – The Observer
‘Canny songwriting leavened by bona fide humanity.’ **** – Q

Despite being based in a home studio in a rural backwater on the outskirts of West London, Miracle Mile chose to name themselves after a fictional gold rush main street half a world away where, according to adventure yarn spinner Jack London, ragged 49ers would blow their hard-won nuggets on booze and broads. 

They apply a similarly unorthodox approach to their career in general.

The band’s core duo of singer/guitarist Trevor Jones and multi-instrumentalist/arranger Marcus Cliffe have been relentless in their pursuit of the perfect song. Not the fastest, the gnarliest or the loudest, not even the most instantly commercial, but the song whose melody, lyrics, arrangement, performance and spirit might stand the test of time, giving pleasure to listeners not just for years but centuries. 

Miracle Mile circa Bicycle Thieves and Candids

They’d be the first to admit they haven’t yet found that perfect song and maybe never will, but I’d argue that their albums — the documentary evidence of that search — deserve a place alongside the best work of time-tested tunesmiths as elevated as Randy Newman, Elvis Costello or Tom Waits. 

Miracle Mile may just be too concerned with timeless quality for their own short-term commercial good. They’ll never sink a fang into the jugular when they can plant a whisper of a kiss on that sensitive spot at the nape of the neck and set off a tiny ripple that will, in the fullness of time, explode in the heart.

I, for one, wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Johnny Black