First Flower is a considered record fitting of its name. Molly Burch croons lyrics reflecting on the complexities of relationships and anxiety with a 60s-style simplicity.
There is a dream-like eeriness to the backdrop of guitar that has the effortlessness of Julia Jacklin, accompanying Burch’s stirring, Angel Olsen-esque vocals. Concerns of self-doubt to-and-fro throughout the record, which is most clear in ‘Wild’. Burch chants, “she’s so wild”, followed by her reflection: “wishful thinking’s got me blinded / got me losing all control / it’s in my nature to be guarded / I wish I was a wilder soul”. ‘To the Boys’, on the other hand, sees those anxieties masked by self-acceptance as she sings, “I don't need to scream to get my point across / I don't need to yell to know that I'm the boss” followed by, “you can tell that to the boys”.
First Flower is, however, still a romantic album. It openly reflects on and expresses the trials of love in its peak, in title track, ‘First Flower’ (“to me you are my everything”) and ‘Without You’ (I don’t know what I would do without you by my side”), her voice husky and sultry.
The album closes on the slower, more sombre, ‘Every Little Thing’. Burch’s dynamic vocals soar over a sparkling harp, powerful and completely mesmeric. “I’ve worn my body down”, Burch cries. “I’m done”.
An emotive exhibit of delicate rock’n’roll.