Naked. Famous. Florence. Win, right?

Last Thursday I flew to Auckland for Florence + The Machine. It was, to put it mildly, a bit of a whirl-wind trip. There was overpriced wine and smuggled bottles of smirnoff. There were lost mobile phones. There were free tiny chocolates. There was 2 hours of sleep in an airport before the flight back to Wellington.

Anyway. I have previously typed numerous words of gurgling admiration for Florence. Honestly, that chick is so cool. And remains cool. Fuck, better than cool really: her rich, expansive voice, twirling and skipping, laughing and talking with the crowd makes me love her. She just has so much good energy.


Photo nicked from here. My camera died months ago.

I realise I'm (again) gushing here, and will move on to actually talking about something new: The Naked and Famous. They supported Florence. And they were great.

I'd heard their single "Young Blood" a bit on Kiwi FM, and apparently it's getting a bit of airplay on TripleJ right now too which is awesome. Like Florence, they connected well with the crowd, and, unlike most support acts, the crowd didn't just suffer them, waiting for the main show.

Also, The Naked and Famous have got a wicked sense of humour, if the photos on their official facebook page are anything to go by:







Their album hasn't been released yet, but there's a bit of a taster to be had with the single The Sun also buzzing in the interweb, like a fly trapped by a spider (it's 11pm here. Excuse the awful simile).

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that The Naked and Famous are rad. They sound a bit like Passion Pit. And a bit like Phoenix. A bit like they're awesome. Check them out.

x Esther