On Saturday, eager fans gathered in Bowery Ballroom to hear indie-folk band Florist’s last show of their US tour, following their fifth studio album, Jellywish. An album inviting listeners to “question everything,” Jellywish is a mystical dream sequence of imagination and possibility. And yet, these dreams are complicated. Florist’s new album does not stray from the harsh realities of the world, questioning the “ingrained thought cycles” and the “chaotic, confusing, and multifaceted” world in which we live.
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Singer, guitarist, and principal songwriter Emily Sprague brings these complexities into the show, speaking casually to the audience between soft psychedelic tracks. The show felt like an intimate meditation—less like a performance and more like a shared moment of stillness and introspection. Warm, hushed vocals floated over layered synths and delicate guitar work, filling the small venue with a sense of fragile wonder. Sprague’s understated stage presence—gentle, grounded, and deeply human—allowed the music’s vulnerability to take center stage.
The show concluded not with a bang but with a whisper, leaving the crowd in a thoughtful silence that lingered long after the final note. In a world as chaotic as the one Jellywish reflects on, Florist offered a rare space to pause, reflect, and simply be.
