The depth of this soulful song by Flower Fellow belies her 17 years on our planet. Upon first listen to “White & Blue," I thought of Fiona Apple, PJ Harvey, quite a depth of emotion and playful range in her voice. Can easily imagine this song accompanying a climactic scene in a movie. Love the way Flower plays with the word “rooftops” (1:22 and throughout) as well as varies the tempo with taking downturns (2:47) signing, “These flowers seem quite dead to me, to me.” The purity of her voice does not require background support, it stands alone shouting from the rooftops.
Flower Fellow is the performance name of Colette Olive, who is based in London. If you're interesting in additional information, pasted at the bottom of this post is the press material that accompanied the email invitation to review “White & Blue.”
The press material for Flower Fellow:
“Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.” And here, in 2015, we find Led Zeppelin’s proverbial flora flame alight in 17
-year-old songstress Flower Fellow . She’s a child of the 70’s, albeit born a few decades late; flowers in her hair, flowers in her heart; on her sleeve, between her
toes and probably any other place physically conceivable. Though a hippie at heart, Flower Fellow’s debut offering ‘White & Blue’ strays far from the acoustic, desolate
shrubbery of ‘budding singer-songwriter’; emerging grand in scope, lush in whimsy and attesting an artist well beyond her years.
‘White & Blue’ serves the first taste of Flower Fellow’s forthcoming ‘The Rabbit
EP’ – set for release May 2015 via Circus City Records. “It’s a song I wanted to make dense and orchestral as possible, to emphasise the antithesis of the major and minor chords,” explains Flower. “They represent something more to me;
they're the ups and downs of my own life during a particular summer.”
Borne of a dull, sleepy town on the outskirts of London, the young artist always ran a little left of centre. Her fascination with Buckley, Hendrix and The Doors had peers bemused; the flared jeans and mix-matched ‘90s grunge tees probably didn’t help either. “I've always stuck out like a sore thumb,” Flower muses. “It wasn’t until I started Art College in London that I found a place where I belonged, where people read books that weren’t just the ones in their exams and people have their own copies of Jimi Hendrix, not just their parents’ old hand me downs.”
In those same college halls, you’ll find this philosophy and art history major buried eye-deep in Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath... probably coiled tactfully in lotus flower position, but that’s beside the point. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Flower Fellow."