About six months ago an Ulsterman, no less, introduced me to Florence and the Machine.
So when her Dog Days performance at the VH1 Awards moved her into the larger public consciousness, I indulged in a bit of bourgeoisie, ‘me-the-classess you-the-music-massess’ strutting around.
As I often do on this site.
Nevertheless, Florence, with her Sinead O’Connor- meets-U2-via-the-Cranberries sound has begun to appeal me as the evolved man’s answer to Lady GaGa.
GaGa has plateaued, musically at least, and is channeling so much of Madonna right now she is in danger of losing that very unique, deviously simple, pop sound.
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