Listen to Florist’s Lush, Heartbreaking Self-Titled LP and Catch Them Wednesday at Turf Club!
I’m guessing I’m in the minority of people who came to the band Florist first from the band’s frontwoman Emily Sprague’s solo ambient work (which I can’t recommend highly enough), but no matter how you come to her work, you’ll find yourself floored. Literally, like you’ll probably be curled up on the floor crying.
Her music, especially on her amazing new self titled LP, is partially a polished balm, but is also a lethal combination of floral acoustic folk and angelic voice that is a missile straight towards breaking your heart. Not surprising coming from someone who has put out some of the most stunning ambient music of the last few years (seriously, go check it out), the album is lush and hypnotic, and her singing and lyrics are observational in a causal way that pulls you in but doesn’t demand you dissect each line.
It’s one of those album where you can lost yourself inside of it, but it also holds up under deeper scrutiny and closer inspection. It’s a folk about that lasts almost an hour but doesn’t have an ounce of excess. Like your favorite folk singer on quaaludes, I’m not sure why Florist aren’t as prominent as other chill out folk revivalists like Phoebe Bridgers or Big Thief, but maybe that’s good for those of us seeing her/them this week at the Turf Club.
Stream/buy the Florist’s latest LP below and catch the group Wed (8/3) at the Turf with Marc Merza & Kate Malanaphy. Tickets are $15 and music starts at 8pm.
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