Florist – Adrift

 

 

Florist – Adrift
Threat Collection Records – 2025
Rock, Metal, Stoner, Doom, Prog, Psych
Rated: *****

When the honorable Rich Piva from Musipedia of Metal, FuzzDoomRip, Rich & Turbo’s Heavy Half Hour and of course the Doom Charts keeps raving about the new Florist album, you know you are going to need to revisit that album and come to grips with the fact that you might have missed something elemental there! And after having Adrift on repeat for the better part of the past week we can safely state we get where Rich is coming from! And where the Florist four are coming from! 

The first thing that hits me is the low-end rumble, the universal hum, the 432Hz, the frequency of cosmic truth. The Tampa four open Adrift by tuning the room, my brain and maybe the solar system itself. And just like that, I’m gone! Blasting through the stratosphere on riffs thick enough to bend gravity itself, a rhythm section pounding like war drums in zero-G and a madman behind a synth and theremin rig flicking switches like he’s trying to signal for contact on a distant planet! 

Man, this is serious! They know exactly what they are doing. Pushing familiar doom, psych, stoner, space rocking tropes through a wormhole and pulling out something so alive, so incredibly fun, it feels a little dangerous! Another Moon hits like a second track should, firing on all cylinders and making my neurons shift gear and lose grip on reality! The sound of four lunatics in perfect synch, bashing their way through a black hole with nothing but their smiles to keep them from losing their collective minds. 

Adrift is only six songs and only a half hour long, but who cares about numbers and who cares about time, when the walls seem to be melting all around you? We’re nearly in the fourth dimension. And feel like a brightly burning ball of light! Cause the entire release, despite the crazy grins, the incredible amount of enjoyment, moves with surprising grace. Final track Adrift (Part B) floats into orbit, with a majestic groove, shimmering, weightless, free. Like colliding galaxies the different layers wrap around each other, as the bassline’s gravitational field pulls it all together. Impacted by the meteor drums. Only a swallowing sun could become large enough to engulf these tracks and return them to the stardust form whence they came… 

Made from stardust, this star chasing space ship has every note soaked to the maximum with some  yet to be invented kind of rocket fuel. High, space rocking, psych trucking energy that benefits from volume levels that might cause another big bang somewhere beyond our own existence. In the end, the sheer exuberance and euphoria felt while listening to Adrift is the only way to know for sure that I wasn’t hallucinating. Florist have cracked open the frequency of cosmic truth and found some golden interstellar vein of groove. I’m hooked. 

(Written by JK)

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