Boombox Blitz: FLØRE trapped by ‘Little Dancing Demons’
The alt-pop upstart confronts her depression through modern dance in her new video.
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Depression’s claws are thick, swarthy and penetrating. Their razor sharp talons only grow sharper and more biting with the passage of time. When you come under their firm grasp, you may suffocate and suffer a tragic end. Your flesh sours in the clutches. Herself drained from combating her own version of darkness, alt-pop newcomer FLØRE invites the viewer into a gleefully macabre excursion, one indebted to enchantment and running a sticky temperature. A feverish nightmare akin to Alice in Wonderland, the “Little Dancing Demons” visual is as brittle as it is unsettling.
“The day I wrote [this song] was the darkest I ever had. I seriously wanted to die and felt so misunderstood by the whole world. I’m naturally more melancholic, but I had major depression at this point,” she says, outlining the harrowing weight nearly breaking her bones. “It’s the most honest and hurting song I’ve written so far. But it makes me embrace that deep sadness and even makes me love that darker part about me. This song probably saved my life.”
Production wafts as frosty decay creeping along a wooden derelict swamp. But her voice is shockingly angelic as she pushes through the blackness with the entire scope of the world glistening in her eyes. The video flutters on the eyelids, entrancing you in a catatonic state, and the singer-songwriter finds herself confronting her ghoulish blood-sucking fiends in deadly modern dance. “Little dancing demons are messing with my mind / I might be okay, but they are dancing out of my sight / I try to make a home in the permanent midnight,” her vocals slide and drip across metallic gears that click and chirp with unimaginable gloom. When she reaches both her voice and her arms heavenward, wailing for a higher power’s intervention, she shakes and rattles. Her conviction is addicting, almost in mocking to her demons’ gnarled thumbprints on her brain. But she will, surely, be OK in the end.
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