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Florist.

There is something about Emily Sprague’s voice that both transcends twee indie-pop clichés even as it revels in them. The songs she writes for Florist — an Upstate New York quartet which recently decamped for the bright lights of Brooklyn, and is part of The Epoch collective alongside artists such as Eskimeaux – communicate the youthful discovery of self, sans filters. Or at least that’s what Sprague’s intimate-beyond-comfort, speak-singing voices makes it all sound like. It features something like a mix of Kim Gordon’s fierce detachment, Peggy Lee’s light-headed self-destruction, and the whimsy of all the narrators in Belle & Sebastian songs.

In Florist, Emily Sprague and her Catskills friends sing quiet, delicate songs filled with vivid memories. “Vacation” is about growing up and learning about love.

“Like when I used to ride roller coasters with my dad
When a swimming pool in a hotel
Was a gift from God
Like, love, we’re like a family
I don’t know how to be”

“Cool And Refreshing” finds Sprague singing about the childhood memories that we lose one by one.

“Think of me by the creek in cutoff jeans holding onto
Something that has meaning to me
I don’t really think my life will ever make me
As happy as Kaaterskill Creek”

These two songs are from Florist’s 2015 EP, Holdly, while the band closes its Tiny Desk concert with “1914,” a track from its new debut full-length, The Birds Outside Sang. On drums, you’ll find a Tiny Desk alum in Felix Walworth, who was first here with Bellows, then Eskimeaux; all of these musicians are connected in some way to the Epoch, a collective from New York City. It’s a creative friendship with stories to share, and its members’ songs feel best in intimate settings, like a desk surrounded by old and new friends.
The Birds Outside Sang is available now:
Set List:
“Vacation”
“Cool And Refreshing”
“1914”

Courtesy of the artist One verse of the barely two-minutes-long “White Light Doorway,” a great tune from the group’s upcoming full-length debut, The Birds Sang Outside, includes lines that seem simply ridiculous, the actions of a semi-competent mumblecore actress going for grand allegory and failing. Yet next to lyrics that touch upon a diary-like exploration of spiritual yearning, and sung over a lonely, fuzzed-out electric guitar and a kick-drum, it’s not silly at all. Forget poetry or narrative, this is confession as a mix of children’s therapy and religion, one that comes outlined in Crayola colors. That the song ends so quickly makes it feel even more honest and gratifying, speeding you back to press “Rewind” or to see what other unlikely thing might happen.

The Birds Sang Outside is out on Jan. 29 on Double Double Whammy