Picture Book and Live Review: Florence and the Machine at The Fox Theatre, July 1

By Leila Regan-Porter; photos by Jenna Hughes.

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If Lady Gaga is from space, then Florence Welch is from earth. As in, from the forests and streams, the hills and valleys, a mythical nymph-like creature that appears and disappears into the mist. She appeared to a select few in such an apparition on Friday night, at the sold-out show at the Fox. Resplendent in a custom-made emerald green Gucci flowing concoction – one of many designed for this tour – Welch spun around the stage like Stevie Nicks, taking her voice to the epic heights and attitudes of Kate Bush.

Every tune is a show-stopper with Florence and the Machine, from “Rabbit Heart”‘s descent into a Madchester acid house party, to the tribal beats and head-spinning glory of “Dog Days Are Over.” Welch’s voice is like a machine, reaching notes without a break, soaring without a waver. The night ended with the audience completely under the spell of the Machine, jumping with every request of Welch’s. Who says that Atlantans are too cool to look like they care?

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