We all hopped into Martha the white micra to travel cross country to witness the glorious Florence Welsh at Nottingham Trent arena. Buzzing off £4 a pint Carlsberg we elbowed our way through the eager crowd and found a spot near the front.
Supporting were The Horrors, the 5 gothic lads; filled with endless amount of swag, opened the night lead by singer Faris Badwan with tracks from their latest album skying.
She is no doubt incredible live and I cant wait to see Flo at Bestival, just as the crowd is getting lary and the sun is setting where her audience are intoxicated, dressed head to toe in Indian fancy dress, sounds perfect.
Well apart form the gig all I can say is that the ride home was quite thrilling, from my crazy, hooligan friend stealing a dropped merch T-shirt (american football style) from the damp cobbles of Nottingham streets, to us running for our lives to the car, where we found a scream mask chilling in the neighbours car over the head rest, with a yellow high-vise vest around the seat. We literally pooped.
Florence and the Machine put on a theatrical storm as she screams her way through a 2 hour set. The red haired vixen appears in what can only be described as a lace cat suit hugged by a studded medieval cape stunning her audience with pretty Melody's about flesh, blood and distilled love.
The gothic undertones spread a hypnotic energy leaving her fans in owe as she forces that undefined voice out of her skinny frame, we were all singing along with tracts from her latest album but everyone was waiting for that one song 'dog days are over' that blew the arena open and got the crowd jumping.
She is no doubt incredible live and I cant wait to see Flo at Bestival, just as the crowd is getting lary and the sun is setting where her audience are intoxicated, dressed head to toe in Indian fancy dress, sounds perfect.
Well apart form the gig all I can say is that the ride home was quite thrilling, from my crazy, hooligan friend stealing a dropped merch T-shirt (american football style) from the damp cobbles of Nottingham streets, to us running for our lives to the car, where we found a scream mask chilling in the neighbours car over the head rest, with a yellow high-vise vest around the seat. We literally pooped.
6/10 (sit, not worth standing for) (p.s. lonely scream masks arn't funny)
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