Florence + The Machine, le 2012-11-24 à Amsterdam (Heineken Music Hall), The Netherlands
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Florence + The Machine
Heineken Music Hall
Amsterdam
The Netherlands
24th November 2012 (2012-11-24)
RECORDING:
Type: Audience master, recorded 6 to 8 metres in front of the left,
suspended PA.
Source: Factory-matched pair of Schoeps CCM 41V microphones (DINa mounted) ->
Marantz PMD661 recorder with Oade Concert Mod
(-18 dB gain/44.1 kHz/24 bit WAV)
Lineage: Audacity 2.0.2
* applied small amount of variable amplification for consistency
across recording
* attenuated sound of audience
* added fades
* split tracks
* converted to 16 bit
-> FLAC (compression level 8) [libFLAC 1.2.1 20070917]
Taper: Ian Macdonald (ianmacd)
SET LIST:
01. [06:15] Only If For A Night
02. [06:18] What The Water Gave Me
03. [05:38] Drumming Song
04. [07:12] Cosmic Love
05. [08:36] Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up)
06. [05:38] You've Got The Love
07. [01:56] [banter]
08. [06:14] Lover To Lover
09. [01:36] [banter]
10. [05:26] Heartlines
11. [05:02] Leave My Body
12. [07:04] Shake It Out
13. [06:25] No Light, No Light
14. [03:53] [encore break]
15. [05:37] Sweet Nothing
16. [06:59] Spectrum
17. [00:35] [banter]
18. [08:58] Dog Days Are Over
Total running time: 99:22
MD5 CHECKSUMS:
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1a5d44533946c627cd9b6897e8443fa8 flac/08_lover_to_lover.flac
924d9b30fae0581f2c08678dd5ce338b flac/09_banter.flac
6378b28b54233e32881ef4998e9380f1 flac/10_heartlines.flac
7ccbde9faea6e61f245bb1e202e1a12d flac/11_leave_my_body.flac
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7fbfa2afc984cdfa3011543ffdad6d62 flac/13_no_light_no_light.flac
b937c72da258319f2b3295223f9bfe19 flac/14_encore_break.flac
2523468247d078e843a3f550ee347ddb flac/15_sweet_nothing.flac
8cc70194e32c0a36b9d5df63c8af4048 flac/16_spectrum.flac
ffab7ecba0c13a368520cd3976a1962e flac/17_banter.flac
446d1f64ce49b3091e9ddf60c5a0e070 flac/18_dog_days_are_over.flac
2926adfebb7798aa4ed4d8d440c26b41 flac/checksums.ffp
NOTES:
We'll conveniently omit the discussion of why I'm here in the first place and move straight to the gig, shall we?
There's precious little I can take comfort in this evening. I dislike the venue, I dislike the people around me and their ill-conceived exuberance, but most of all, I dislike the band and the woman who fronts them.
I could have been at Rachel Sermanni this evening, but instead I'm here. Big mistake.
Florence Welch has somehow managed to repackage the soporific mainstream tat of Bonnie Tyler in a contrived, red-rinse Lady of Shalott cum Ophelia cum 80s Cadbury's flake girl wrapper and pass it off as something other than the trite, squelchy, disposable daytime radio balladry that it is.
Perhaps that feat of marketing alone should impress me, but I've long since lost the capacity to be astonished by the willingness of the masses to eat the shit they are fed and even smile while they chew.
The crowd hang on Florence's every word, gasping and laughing when she so much as draws breath. These people need to get out more.
"Some of the band did magic mushrooms yesterday. I didn't. Not this time. I've done them before, but no-one thought that I was on them, because mushroom me and regular me apparently aren't that different." Oh, that Florence! She's so wacky!
Come on. I respect everyone's right to be irritating, if that's what it takes for them to be themselves, but Ms. Welch simply abuses the privilege.
It's not just the bawling, blaring voice that grates and fatigues. It's not just the onerous stage act of the woman who doesn't know when to tone it down a notch. And it's certainly not just the cheesy trio of backing singers. Most of all, it's the overwrought songs, those neatly packaged parcels of arduous,
hyperbolic self-indulgence. That's what truly offends: the lurid vacuity, passed off as substance.
Despising something this thoroughly is tiring. What time is it? I want to go home. Let it end. Let it end!
The evening isn't entirely lost. Spector opened tonight's proceedings. They, too, have an annoying front man in Frederick Macpherson, but he's no narcissist. He's deliberately annoying and funny with it, so you can forgive him and smile, even as you cringe. Oh, and they have some good songs, too. I'm grateful that someone saw fit not to turn up empty-handed this evening.
"It's been such a pleasure getting to know all of you", remarks Florence mawkishly before her penultimate song. The platitudes have been fast and furious this evening, but they're coming to an end now and I can sense sweet liberty just around the corner.
"Amsterdam, you're all winners in my eyes!" OK, that must be the last one, surely? And yes, thankfully, this time it is. At least she didn't cover 'Total Eclipse Of The Heart'; but she might... one day... it would fit her like a glove.
Are you still here? Take heart if you're a fan of this woman.
I put the same effort into all of my recordings, so what we have here is a fine testimony of the evening. I didn't enjoy it, but a few thousand others did; and way too much, in my opinion. If you're a fan, there's no reason you shouldn't, too. What do you care that the bloke who taped it thought it was much ado about nothing?
As always, samples are provided to help you decide whether this is worth the share ratio depletion for you.
Heineken Music Hall
Amsterdam
The Netherlands
24th November 2012 (2012-11-24)
RECORDING:
Type: Audience master, recorded 6 to 8 metres in front of the left,
suspended PA.
Source: Factory-matched pair of Schoeps CCM 41V microphones (DINa mounted) ->
Marantz PMD661 recorder with Oade Concert Mod
(-18 dB gain/44.1 kHz/24 bit WAV)
Lineage: Audacity 2.0.2
* applied small amount of variable amplification for consistency
across recording
* attenuated sound of audience
* added fades
* split tracks
* converted to 16 bit
-> FLAC (compression level 8) [libFLAC 1.2.1 20070917]
Taper: Ian Macdonald (ianmacd)
SET LIST:
01. [06:15] Only If For A Night
02. [06:18] What The Water Gave Me
03. [05:38] Drumming Song
04. [07:12] Cosmic Love
05. [08:36] Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up)
06. [05:38] You've Got The Love
07. [01:56] [banter]
08. [06:14] Lover To Lover
09. [01:36] [banter]
10. [05:26] Heartlines
11. [05:02] Leave My Body
12. [07:04] Shake It Out
13. [06:25] No Light, No Light
14. [03:53] [encore break]
15. [05:37] Sweet Nothing
16. [06:59] Spectrum
17. [00:35] [banter]
18. [08:58] Dog Days Are Over
Total running time: 99:22
MD5 CHECKSUMS:
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db98b7f2583de49a7b79c81dec3cdfb1 flac/02_what_the_water_gave_me.flac
9e4398c75ed0f2f805f760ad5ae5544d flac/03_drumming_song.flac
67f56686b51c97c64a8d049f47537e45 flac/04_cosmic_love.flac
ee9527ba9a0d064bd3394da704f71a42 flac/05_rabbit_heart_raise_it_up.flac
a6ec5469c5e347e42702a1ed75fe2096 flac/06_youve_got_the_love.flac
ccab2275dfaea4c62f4d50fdb7108e83 flac/07_banter.flac
1a5d44533946c627cd9b6897e8443fa8 flac/08_lover_to_lover.flac
924d9b30fae0581f2c08678dd5ce338b flac/09_banter.flac
6378b28b54233e32881ef4998e9380f1 flac/10_heartlines.flac
7ccbde9faea6e61f245bb1e202e1a12d flac/11_leave_my_body.flac
b2ae002c3000bfc55156a51759bc1c74 flac/12_shake_it_out.flac
7fbfa2afc984cdfa3011543ffdad6d62 flac/13_no_light_no_light.flac
b937c72da258319f2b3295223f9bfe19 flac/14_encore_break.flac
2523468247d078e843a3f550ee347ddb flac/15_sweet_nothing.flac
8cc70194e32c0a36b9d5df63c8af4048 flac/16_spectrum.flac
ffab7ecba0c13a368520cd3976a1962e flac/17_banter.flac
446d1f64ce49b3091e9ddf60c5a0e070 flac/18_dog_days_are_over.flac
2926adfebb7798aa4ed4d8d440c26b41 flac/checksums.ffp
NOTES:
We'll conveniently omit the discussion of why I'm here in the first place and move straight to the gig, shall we?
There's precious little I can take comfort in this evening. I dislike the venue, I dislike the people around me and their ill-conceived exuberance, but most of all, I dislike the band and the woman who fronts them.
I could have been at Rachel Sermanni this evening, but instead I'm here. Big mistake.
Florence Welch has somehow managed to repackage the soporific mainstream tat of Bonnie Tyler in a contrived, red-rinse Lady of Shalott cum Ophelia cum 80s Cadbury's flake girl wrapper and pass it off as something other than the trite, squelchy, disposable daytime radio balladry that it is.
Perhaps that feat of marketing alone should impress me, but I've long since lost the capacity to be astonished by the willingness of the masses to eat the shit they are fed and even smile while they chew.
The crowd hang on Florence's every word, gasping and laughing when she so much as draws breath. These people need to get out more.
"Some of the band did magic mushrooms yesterday. I didn't. Not this time. I've done them before, but no-one thought that I was on them, because mushroom me and regular me apparently aren't that different." Oh, that Florence! She's so wacky!
Come on. I respect everyone's right to be irritating, if that's what it takes for them to be themselves, but Ms. Welch simply abuses the privilege.
It's not just the bawling, blaring voice that grates and fatigues. It's not just the onerous stage act of the woman who doesn't know when to tone it down a notch. And it's certainly not just the cheesy trio of backing singers. Most of all, it's the overwrought songs, those neatly packaged parcels of arduous,
hyperbolic self-indulgence. That's what truly offends: the lurid vacuity, passed off as substance.
Despising something this thoroughly is tiring. What time is it? I want to go home. Let it end. Let it end!
The evening isn't entirely lost. Spector opened tonight's proceedings. They, too, have an annoying front man in Frederick Macpherson, but he's no narcissist. He's deliberately annoying and funny with it, so you can forgive him and smile, even as you cringe. Oh, and they have some good songs, too. I'm grateful that someone saw fit not to turn up empty-handed this evening.
"It's been such a pleasure getting to know all of you", remarks Florence mawkishly before her penultimate song. The platitudes have been fast and furious this evening, but they're coming to an end now and I can sense sweet liberty just around the corner.
"Amsterdam, you're all winners in my eyes!" OK, that must be the last one, surely? And yes, thankfully, this time it is. At least she didn't cover 'Total Eclipse Of The Heart'; but she might... one day... it would fit her like a glove.
Are you still here? Take heart if you're a fan of this woman.
I put the same effort into all of my recordings, so what we have here is a fine testimony of the evening. I didn't enjoy it, but a few thousand others did; and way too much, in my opinion. If you're a fan, there's no reason you shouldn't, too. What do you care that the bloke who taped it thought it was much ado about nothing?
As always, samples are provided to help you decide whether this is worth the share ratio depletion for you.