FLORRY, SOUNDS LIKE...

“People naturally search for patterns in their lives and want some kinda reward of knowledge from the things that happen to them, when a lot of the time good or bad stuff happens to people for no reason at all.” 

Francie Medosch, the heart of Florry, the Philly-rooted, Vermont-based band, is drawn to the ragged edges of life. On the band’s new album Sounds Like…, her songs center on characters “groping” toward clarity, borrowing a phrase Alex Chilton once used to describe Big Star’s Third. These are people caught mid-transformation, flickering between hope and disillusionment, trying to make sense of love, identity, history, and tragedy. “It’s unclear whether these things are distractions or actually significant,” Medosch admits. “That slight anxiety is with all of us.”

Ultimately, she wants her songs to feel like real lives: inconsistent, haunted by small decisions, and defiantly messy.

Musically, Florry isn’t chasing nostalgia or imitation, but their influences are worn proudly. Echoes of The Rolling Stones, Neil Young, and The Band surface in the looseness and grit of their playing. There’s movement, energy, and, as Medosch puts it, “dirt under the fingernails.” It’s a sound that mirrors the emotional volatility in her lyrics, songs that swing, stumble, and eventually find their footing.

Together, the band’s music and lyrics are neither neat nor tidy, and that’s entirely the point. Sounds Like… captures something raw and unfiltered, an authenticity that makes it feel more honest than polished.