She's drunk but darned if it doesn't work a charm
Here is a band going from strength to strength. From humble beginnings championed by new music aficionado Rob Da Bank and his Sunday Best team they have risen through the ranks and this summer they’ve got a telly ad, posters everywhere and they played to 50,000 Blur fans in Hyde Park last month.
Florence herself is a whirlwind of manic energy and the new album Lungs is made up of all the same materials as Florence; fireworks, scrap metal and booze. It promises to deliver on the Machine brand. She says “I want my music to sound like throwing yourself out of a tree, or off a tall building, or as if you’re being sucked down into the ocean and you can’t breathe, it’s something overwhelming and all-encompassing that fills you up, and you’re either going to explode with it, or you’re just going to disappear.”
They are currently all over the festival circuit and well worth checking out live. The energy, passion and impending hangover make for good watching while the wild delivery of the songs is a capital yes. Alongside Kasabian they are up for the Mercury Music Award and they probably deserve to win it (not that it’s ever mattered who deserved it when it comes to Mercury. Sigh).
Florence And The Machine are likely to keep growing so it’s worth seeing them in smaller more intimate fields if the opportunity presents itself. Even if you don’t like the tunes that much you will love watching Ms Welch bang herself around the stage and the drummer is nothing short of fit.