Redemption, thy name is Florence. After two extraordinarily bad promo singles, Florence + The Machine drop a proper song in the form of “My Love”.
The one inarguably definitive genre that emerged in the 2010s was mumble rap, which since its mainstream emergence about eight years ago has gone through various metamorphoses and dilutions to leave us with artists like sadeyes.
When I first started working at No Frills in 2004 I found an old shelf in the storage area. Affixed to the top were an old label and two cereal box stickers promoting the second Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie. All three of the items dated back to the early 90s, a fact that blew the minds of my coworkers and I. These were historical relics to us.
With each day the world gets bleaker and I get increasingly reticent about creating any sort of content online, much less scathing criticism of artists’ work. But then a band like Florence + The Machine deliver two almost intentionally awful songs in a row and I have no choice but to systematically pick them apart to show how they are objectively bad.
There are few things I love more than when a band sells out.