Photo by Fred Thomas.
Taking the stage in Lincoln on one of the final shows of their British tour, proceeded by the pitch-perfect Temper Trap, Florence and The Machine, God-like and angelic, send shockwaves through an audience. Following the charmingly raw, jungle performance of the atmospheric Australian support, Florence Welch, an angel preaching to awe-struck worshipers, graced the stage. Lit from behind by pale beams and vivid colours, fluid white dress swirling about her, complete with wing-like detail, and a halo of vixen red-locks, she’s as enchantingly mystical as ever.
Opening with the loud and boisterous My Boy Builds Coffins, the piercing voice alongside harps, drums, keys and the visual flair of an indie-rock Virgin Mary, had the Lincoln crowd swaying; hypnotised by the crescendo of the menacing chorus. A mixture of classic tracks from debut album, Lungs, fairytale-esque and personal acoustic songs such as I’m Not Calling You a Liar and mystifying rarities found only on the expanded edition of the album, made for an electrifying array of vocal talent. A feast for the senses.
The dreamlike front woman spent the night exhibiting her eccentricities, both vocally and otherwise, belting out blinding beauties, even when idiosyncratically singing the incorrect lyrics. The Santa hat donned later in the emotion packed gig added a light-hearted and festive atmosphere, though with eyes closed and hair thrashing, Florence still looked every bit supernatural.
The show’s climax, after a stampeding encore, was a mystifying choral version, audience included, of smash hit single, Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) which left the crowd jumping and floating as enchantingly as Welch herself; a night of musical passion, emotion and zeal. As the lights brightened and the crowd (stunned and exhilarated with images of the flailing goddess against her artistic backdrop in mind) left the venue there was no question about it; Florence & The Machine deserves every amount of praise this year has thrown at her.