Yes, I know, not another so-called Fräuleinwunder from England. But those who, like Kate Nash on LSD, like Patti Smith sound with pop appeal as a new Janis Joplin or Eurythmics with hippieeskem Touch - the must and you do not want to hear about easy. Florence Welch from South London just makes finest indie pop with lots of soul and folk on top. The rhythm wummert courageously, the piano dominates, chirping the harps in love, the choirs must be simple and the guitars are always there to attend as reminiscent of Florence's punk past. and Florence sings and pisses the hell out of them - right in front of our feet - what a horny slut. She takes us to her fairy-tale forest. And allowed it only too happy to - as it were the best of all time escapism. Love and fear dominate their texts, in which they can always be incorporated irony and sarcasm. Too many emotions, too much passion - so - just tell me. About Hits going catchy and the most positive freak (on) as The Dog Days Are Over "or Rabbit Heart", interspersed with songs like My Boy Builds Coffin "or Between Two Lungs", but therefore come up insidiously you then fully and allow them to degenerate into hedonism. So who can do without on new-fangled gadgets (BlackBerry, newest iPod model) and does not require a visit to the nail salon and not on Dido and the film My Big Fat Greek Wedding "really shit is - who knows what you on the album Lungs "by Florence & The Machine has - namely pure bliss without ifs and buts.
