Everybody SCREAM!

Nov 12

October 31st was the glorious album drop of Florence + The Machine’s latest record, Everybody Scream — their sixth album debut. An album full of rage, power, and womanhood that moves you with every song. Whether you’re a raging fan or a musical genius, we can all agree this album could be the best drop of the year.

If you haven’t heard of Florence + The Machine, let me just say her classification doesn’t do her justice. Her ethereal voice paired with loud, brash, and hauntingly beautiful instrumentation — harp, drums, electric guitar, bass, and beyond — all play their part in crafting her message. You’ve probably heard Dog Days Are Over, her most played song, but that’s only the tip of her musical universe. Inducted into the Tumblr Hall of Fame, she’s the Mother of All Witches, the voice of an angel, the kind of artist who creates entire worlds. Her credit could never be stolen; she’s one of the greats of all time.

From the moment we got Everybody Scream (the song) as a sneak peek, I knew Florence was about to deliver something unhinged, unfiltered, and brilliant. The track captures her connection to the crowd — the energy of thousands of fans screaming lyrics, her name, and their shared emotions back at her. There were even two real-life moments where she literally put her life on the line to finish a set: once when she broke her toe and another when her fallopian tube burst mid-performance. She kept going. That’s Florence. It truly takes a woman to woman — the grit, the madness, the devotion to art over everything.

And when she commands the audience — “Scream!” — it’s not just performance; it’s permission. Permission for women everywhere to let go of composure, to take up sonic space, to unleash everything the world tells us to bottle up.

As a superfan of 12+ years, I’ve learned one thing about her album rollouts: the singles are never the best song. The marketing team always chooses the catchiest one, which makes sense. But the real gems are tucked between tracks that never make radio play. One of the Greats currently has me in a chokehold — a roaring anthem that lights the fire of women’s rage. It’s a poem about crawling back from the dead to reclaim your title, about refusing to be forgotten. Many have tried to knock her down, but the numbers don’t lie — and neither does her power.

The song feels like a love letter to her fans and a middle finger to the industry. It exposes the double standard of how women are treated in music — how brilliance gets diluted by male taste, how women are both the muse and the machine behind the art that moves the world. We build, we inspire, we sustain — and yet we’re expected to stay quiet. Florence doesn’t. She burns the silence down.

And it doesn’t stop there. Music By Men pulls you into a universal ache — that kind of heartbreak where love feels like worship until it doesn’t. You can hear the disbelief in her voice, like she’s questioning her own devotion in real time. Then Buckle crushes the soul, a confession of emotional exhaustion at the hands of a partner who’s checked out but won’t let go. And Kraken — oh, Kraken — is pure vengeance. A cinematic storm where the witch everyone mocked rises from the depths to devour her enemies whole. It’s eerie, powerful, and weirdly cathartic.

Each track bleeds into the next, creating a tapestry of womanhood — heartbreak, low self-esteem, power, and resurrection. Even queens suffer at the hands of a man… but Florence reminds us that suffering doesn’t define us; transformation does.

For me, this album feels like a call to arms — a reminder that power doesn’t always roar; sometimes it weeps, sometimes it wails, sometimes it dances barefoot on stage with a bleeding toe. Florence captures the chaos of being a woman — the way pain turns into art, the way rage becomes rhythm, the way vulnerability becomes victory.

So yes, I’m obsessed. But not just with the music — with what it represents. With how Florence keeps showing us that womanhood is messy, magnificent, and worth screaming about.

I will be taking a break

This isn’t the end—just a bookmark in the conversation. Stories don’t really close; they unfold, shift, and find new voices. If this one stirred something in you, let it breathe. Leave a thought, challenge an idea, or carry it forward in your own way. And if you ever feel like wandering through more unfinished thoughts, you know where to find me. Let’s keep the conversation alive. ~XOXO