Emily Alone is the hauntingly beautiful third record from Florist. Stepping away from her bandmates, frontwoman Emily Sprague excavates a painful period in her life that covers the unexpected death of her mother, the breakdown of a long-term relationship and a cross-country move from New York to LA. Writing, performing and producing the album entirely by herself, Sprague fills Emily Alone with a ghostly presence, coloured by hushed, enveloping acoustic guitars and double-tracked harmonies. In its lightness, you feel the imprint of everything she’s lost. Despite its title and spectral sound, Emily Alone is not a self-absorbed record. Sprague’s simple and plainspoken lyrics are full of the kind of mundane, everyday moments that healing happens in. Her songwriting emerges from underneath the weight of her losses with a strangely uplifting comfort, turning solitude into a blanket of quiet strength. Emily Alone is a curiously beguiling and beautiful record, the kind that’s best saved for those moments when you want to detach from the world and feel something bigger than yourself.