London singer Florence Welch with her Machine blends styles and genres at Susquehanna

Florence Welch of Florence and the Machine performs at the Lollapalooza festival in Chicago's Grant Park on Sunday, Aug. 5, 2012. (Photo by Steve C. Mitchell/Invision/AP)
Florence Welch of Florence and the Machine performs at the Lollapalooza festival in Chicago's Grant Park on Sunday, Aug. 5, 2012. (Photo by Steve C. Mitchell/Invision/AP) (STEVE MITCHELL/INVISION/AP)
Posted: September 21, 2012

Fans of Florence + the Machine are no strangers to front woman Florence Welch's demons.

The narrative of the London singer's nerve-racking rise to fame is well documented, through the various magazines whose covers she graced after the BRIT Awards spotlighted her in 2008.

Lungs, the multiplatinum debut that followed, frequently recasts happiness and success as stygian omens, while 2011's Ceremonials harbors fearful refrains about "breaking down again." By her own account, Welch, 26, spent much of the sold-out tours between the two albums feeling confused and miserable.

You never would have guessed it Tuesday night at the Susquehanna Bank Center. Grinning between the verdant billows of a fairy-tale nightdress and her radiant dyed-red tresses, the vivacious Welch guided her band and audience through an immaculate gauntlet of baroque arena pop.

Highlights of the 13-song set underscored her refinement as a sommelier of styles and genres, pairing the huge, operatic arcs of melody in the Lungs hit "Cosmic Love" with the contemporary electro hooks of "Spectrum," Welch doing her best impression of Ellie Goulding or Elly Jackson. The classicist "Lover to Lover" found room for both a chorus nod to "I Heard It Through the Grapevine" and a keyboard riff reminiscent of AC/DC's "For Those About to Rock," while "Leave My Body" channeled Portishead-brand despair by way of redemptive Pentecostal gospel.

Though the size and scope of her music would befit an ensemble twice as large, the nine-piece band - including two drummers, a vocal trio, and a full-time harpist - ably buttressed Welch's commanding contralto.

The musical mastery on display was matched only by the effortless spell Welch cast on her audience. Though she spent much of her set galloping, pogoing, prancing, and pirouetting about the stage - sounding mystifyingly full-voiced as she made a highly competitive bid for the fastest singing sprint around the venue in Susquehanna history - even the humblest gestures between songs elicited mass adulation.

Welch could have left it at that, but went above and beyond in orchestrating all kinds of participation with and among the crowd throughout the night. The encore of "What the Water Gave Me," for one, confirmed that Welch has found a remarkable way to channel her inward anxieties and dark obsessions into something genuinely uplifting and relatable.

It's doubtful anyone else could have gotten an entire stadium to clap along quite so joyously to a minor-key elegy for Virginia Woolf.

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