Thursday 28 May 2009
Thursday 28 May 2009
Florence and the Machine will be playing a special headline show at London’s Bloomsbury Ballroom.
*Tickets SOLD OUT second show added on 28 May*
The buzz surrounding 21-year-old Florence Welch and her mutable band mates (The Machine) has grown in the past few months, with the Critic’s Choice Brit Award tipping her for the top in 2009.
Observer ‘She’s blessed with an astonishingly expressive voice, which can quickly switch from haunting whisper to harridan shriek.’… ‘Her tales of passion and revenge owe more to American artists like Regina Spektor and Cat Power.’
The Times ‘A 20 year old musical descendant of Bessie Smith.’ … ‘Blessed with a jaw-dropping blues voice that seems impossible coming from one so young and so skinny.’
Dazed & Confused ‘With a voice so hauntingly captivating you can feel it in your stomach, the skinny south Londoner and her trusted musical machine make some seriously beautiful noise.’
AnOther ‘With a voice that can alternately lull the dawn chorus or turn blue skies black, Florence Welch has been waking London’s dreary scenes up to what one ambitious young woman can do.’
NME ‘There’ll be nothing as exciting this summer as watching this brilliant girl and her machine’
Independent ‘a soul blues voice that can rival Sixties Motown singers, never mind her peers.’
Florence is a twenty one year-old art college drop-out from Camberwell, South London, a long pretty pale girl who makes up songs and sings them. The Machine is whoever’s standing nearby playing an instrument at the time. It’s a bit harder to define, the machine part. It’s just not exactly a person. It’s a sort of a machine. She’s been singing since pretty much forever. She was in the school choir, a few dodgy bands, had vocal lessons and such. She has all the necessary paperwork if you want to see it.
If you see her sing live you’ll forget paperwork and forget your name and maybe forget to breathe for a little while. Florence has a voice hewn from the rock and stamped in the gravel and shot out of a cannon into the middle of your chest. It cuts right into you and thrums.
Plus special guests