So, Florence + the Machine have a newish album out: Ceremonials. My daughter loves it, but I’m still in the “meh” stage. It’s yet to grow on me. But, like fungus, and if I’m lucky enough a mixed coloured, quite uncategorisable hydrangea – I’m sure it eventually will.
Dougal and the Blue Cat (Buxton, the more learned amongst you will already know) is on my list for future potential postings, but let me just say that this is not the same Florence. No, that Florence is the one much maligned by Jasper Carrot’s parody of Magic Roundabout.
And I have to say I think that Noddy has much to regret in that whole sorry affair.
Now hang on while I have a sip of tea. I need a second to just try and remember where the hell I was going with all this….
… ah yes! Got it. Nearly there. Keep your legs crossed, the bus will stop soon enough.
So this Florence, one Ms Welch, is from London (not Ontario), and fronts the band. “The Machine” is a group of musicians who back her. The appeal her music has to me is that it’s very hard to categorise. All the best things are, in my view (the only one, let’s face it, that I actually care about). One of the hardest things I’ve ever tried to do was to describe a peacock’s tail feather to a blind lady. She eventually took pity on me, and we got drunk instead. It was a simpler concept. So anyway, earlier on in her career, Florence wrote a boppy little number called Kiss with a fist. She rerecorded it with The Machine and put it on their first album Lungs.
Despite the apparently violent lyrics, Florence (according to Wikipedia at least) claims it is metaphorical, and actually about a couple who express their love through tension and violent fantasy, a “destructive force”.
Florence explained the song’s meaning on her MySpace:
“Kiss with a Fist” is NOT a song about domestic violence. It is about two people pushing each other to psychological extremes because they are fighting but they still love each other. The song is not about one person being attacked, or any actual physical violence, there are no victims in this song. Sometimes the love two people have for each other is a destructive force. But they can’t have it any other way, because it’s what holds them together, they enjoy the drama and pushing each other’s buttons. The only way to express these extreme emotions is with extreme imagery, all of which is fantasism and nothing in the song is based on reality.
So – take it how you will, but without further ado, I give you, ladies, gentlemen, and anyone else feeling left out by those labels, Florence, her Machine and Kiss with a Fist: