Florence and the Machine review: Roaring: Aidin Vaziri | It’s easy to see why Welch connects with so many people. For one thing, in an age where AutoTune-enhanced vocals seem to dominate the charts, she can really wail. Even though her songs tend to start out timidly, with some polite plucking of the harp and a flourish of drums, they inevitably end with the singer opening her paint-peeling pipes full blast. In the band’s best moments – the anthemic “Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up),” the deceptively tender “Cosmic Love” – she was part Goth siren, part soul vixen. Imagine the 6-foot-tall love child of Nick Cave and Alison Goldfrapp wagging around in head-to-toe Gucci while bellowing to the moon. Even though a new album is in the works, the set focused almost exclusively on the songs from “Lungs,” which were written after a bad breakup with boyfriend Stuart Hammond (they ended up getting back together). Despite the celebratory tone of the night, each one concealed a world of violence and hurt. “No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber,” she sang in “Blinding.” “Until I realize that it was you who held me under.” Read more.