Will it surprise you to learn that Florence Welch’s orchestra features not one, but two harps? That there is a lute and a rainstick, and a violin solo so furious that it feels like a devil is being conjured? As the grand high witch of maximalism, the Proms is the ideal way for Welch to revisit the pained howl of Lungs, her 2009 debut album that wears its heartbreak like a scar. “When I first heard Jules’s orchestration, I cried,” she tells the audience in her whisper-soft speaking voice. “This album is about feeling and I never thought anyone could add more feeling. But Jules did.”
She walks out in a red Rodarte gown that is 90% sleeve, evoking the bruised and bloody heart of 15 years ago. Each of Jules Buckley’s orchestral reworkings teases something new from the occasionally patchy collection of songs. Girl With One Eye becomes a campy musical theatre number as Welch vamps around the stage and the bassoon channels You’re a Mean One Mr Grinch; the fluttering woodland flutes heighten the emotional warfare of My Boy Builds Coffins; the tidal wave of feeling crashing around during Rabbit Heart ratchets the crowd to their feet.
