"It might be too early to say he's the white Prince, but what the hell, we'll say it."
"Francis and the Lights were like nothing I've ever seen before, a funky, jerky, percussive mix of early Peter Gabriel and Prince that's simultaneously nervous and edgy and light and refreshing. They're the musical equivalent of doing coke and drinking Fresca on the back of a yacht while wearing a white linen jacket."
"It's absolutely beautiful stuff."
"Given the band's David Byrne theatrics and three percussionists, Francis and the Lights is a band to be experienced live."
"But the real star of the show was Francis himself; with a performance that is most easily described as Caleb Followill doing an outstanding early Prince rendition both vocally and physically, this thin young man blew a good many misconceptions out of the water. Some might confuse Francis And The Lights' soulful stage act for shtick, but they are as real as can be. And as Francis used every killer instrumental solo as yet another opportunity to tear the floor up, it became increasingly clear that not only did Francis and The Lights have soul, they were super-bad."
"Francis and the Lights conjure favorable comparisons to Prince, Peter Gabriel, and David Byrne, as they oscillate between freaky dance grooves and wailing ballads strung together by the frenetic, refreshingly nostalgic vocals (and dance moves) of singer Francis Starlite."