Florist’s self-titled is gentle, sonically diverse, and poetic.
“Someone told me once ’you better not let this pass’
Sometimes I think I have too many pasts
So what do you think, should we just be here on the land?
Listening to the sounds of life around us pass
Careful not to tread on anything needing rest”
from “Feathers”
It’s a quiet, folky spirtualism. There are also these ambient, field recording-y interludes sandwiched between songs, and it’s so, so good.