Me and some of my friends went to Alexandra Palace on Thursday to see Florence + The Machine live. In spite of how much I bloody love Lungs and Ceremonials, I treated the gig with a large amount of trepidation. Because her live performances recently have been a little stiff, to say the least. General they have involved the ginger kingpin standing still, looking very worried and belting out the choruses of her songs incorrectly whilst dancers do quaint dances around her, and on occasion wave fabric around.
Her songs require more than that. They demand it. With two records worth of material so visceral, pounding and relentlessly energetic, I was worried that the songs would be diluted by a stilted stage presence, a self-conscious ‘kook’ and a lack of crowd interaction.
I needn’t have worried. Because this happened. Continue reading