This's the hazard of letting my reviews sag a full 3 weeks behind the post data / listening date. Since I last heard this for the first time I've seen Florence et al at Bonnaroo and they FUCKING RULED. Girl is pure electricity, raging around the space, pure melodic lighting. And now dammit this album seems so alive, beyond the disk.
Review the disc. Fine fine. At their best they're dynamite: the modern Fleetwood Mac plus a spark of production thrust and operatic boldness - those first two tracks are pure female fire. I'm out of metaphors that connote the release of energy, but when they're good they're brilliant.
There's not really an album's worth of power here though, running out of steam, running together, the same basic vocal tricks wearing thin.
Shit though, that spark 3.5/5
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