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Don’t worry — Noah Floersch knows he’s playing the bad guy. On his new album Francis Aquarius, he inhabits a character who’s guilt-tripping, projecting, getting way too wasted, and spewing his insecurities all over the damn place. “A lot of these songs, it’s a loser talking,” Floersch says with a grin.

Francis Aquarius is an anti-hero alter-ego, created to explore Floersch’s least flattering emotional impulses. But while Francis might be a bummer to be around, Noah Floersch isn’t. These songs are playful, smart, and above anything else, so much fun. They mark a turning point in Floersch’s songwriting: he’s gotten out of his head, and figured out how to craft undeniable, blast-‘em-with-the-windows-down pop bangers. From sad-boy singalongs (“Growing Everything Out”) and winking drinking anthems (“Something ‘Bout A Beer”), to cheeky, slick funk (“Wild Thing”) and stirring dance floor-fillers (“Look At You!”) — you might be rolling your eyes at the guy singing these songs, but you can’t help but let him make you move.

Floersch hails from Omaha, Nebraska, one of six kids in a Catholic family (super Catholic — his great-aunt was a nun, and his older brother is now a monk). By middle school he was hearing Jon Bellion, Vampire Weekend and Mumford & Sons from his older brothers or in the carpool to soccer practice, and in high school choir he gained a life-changing appreciation of the power of performance. He put out a slate of singles, EPs, and his first full-length, It’s Nice Out, while still in college in Lincoln, Nebraska; right after graduation, he moved to Nashville, and shortly thereafter, the single “Ghost of Chicago” from his second record Noah unexpectedly went viral, racking up millions of streams just about overnight.

In February 2024, Floersch headed out on his first major tour of the US supporting Ricky Montgomery. It was a gamechanger for him. He realized that above anything he wanted to get people dancing, singing, and having the time of their life — and that the most surefire way to do that was to make music that he loved. “I wanted to make some stuff that when I’m up there on stage, I’m having a fucking blast, I’m not worried about a damn thing. And I realized that shows I played where I was having the most fun, so was the crowd,” Floersch says. “Before, I was trying to do too much — I was just trying to throw as much shit in there as I could. But I think the path to making music that has affected people in the way that I want people to be affected has been making music that means a fuck-ton to me, and hoping that it translates.”

Touring wasn’t all fun and games, though; it forced Floersch to face the darker side of himself too. He was drinking too much every night, burning the candle at both ends. When he looked in the mirror, he looked like shit, and he didn’t even care (an experience he describes in “Growing Everything Out”). This dichotomy became the heart of Francis Aquarius. Where his last album was Noah, this one shifts to a more complicated perspective — Aquarius is his star sign, Francis his middle and confirmation name. “The last album was like, ‘Here I am, check me out, and everything’s beautiful and great,’” Floersch says. “This one is like, here’s this really fun facade. The music fucking rocks, and it’ll move your body, and it’s gonna be a blast to perform. But if you check out the lyrics a little bit, there’s some poignancy there that is very, very true for me.” Initially, the album was going to be a heady concept record exploring his Catholic upbringing and current secular lifestyle. It didn’t turn out that way, but there’s echoes of it in the combination of hedonism and shame that plays out across the album.

The first half of Francis Aquarius feels like a boomerang between drunken “u up?” texts and hungover self-loathing. On the sexy “Fatal Feminine” he’s down bad, hopelessly seduced by a girl; on “Somethin’ Bout a Beer”, an anthemic album standout, he’s full of bravado as he drinks away the thought of her. “Don’t forget to tip the ones that help you forget the one you love,” he sings on the chorus. By “Worst Guy Ever”, he’s the male-manipulator version of Cinderella: “Can we have a little night together ’til I turn back into the worst guy ever?” Yet Floersch’s songwriting is so full of charm that it’s hard not to be pulled into our protagonist’s headspace and feel every gut-punch.

The second half of the album is Francis’ reckoning. Floersch strips away the cool and bravado, interrogating for real where the entitlement and resentment of the first half leads. “Look At You!” is a character in over his head — he got the girl that everyone wants, and he can’t handle it. “So much of this music is driven from different insecurities, but “Look At You!” is one that hits it on the head. There’s a jealous insecurity there that certainly exists within me,” Floersch says. “Nobody’s Ever Gonna Love You”, meanwhile, sounds like a read of a non-committal love interest — but in reality, Floersch flipped the perspectives to disguise the fact that the object of the song is Francis himself. And the heart-rending “Somebody Nobody Gets Over” is the mirror image of the cocky “Wild Thing” from the record’s first half. There, Floersch taunts an ex for moving on; here, he kicks himself once he realizes he’s really lost her. The poignant chorus feels made for a crowd to sing it back.

Francis is forced to finally look in the mirror in the penultimate track, “To Be Around”. ““To Be Around” is the first time where Francis Aquarius is told pretty blatantly he is the problem,” Floersch says. ““You are somebody nobody likes to be around”. That sucks, and that’s a heavy thing to hear. For ten songs on this project, you watch this guy stumble about, and basically cause problems for everybody else. And then you get to this song and it’s like somebody’s grabbing him by the shoulders and being like, you are the problem.” The atmospheric, downcast final track, “Airway”, follows from there. It ends the record on a note of genuine love, affection and regret; Francis Aquarius finally done misplacing the blame. “It’s not like the last line is like, ‘And then he got better.’ But there’s some real honest reflection going on in “Airway”,” Floersch says. “It’s a scary thing to paint yourself as a bit of a fuck-up and a bad person, but I think I did it in a way that is authentic and earnest, and there is that glimmer of reckoning at the end. I’m proud of that poignancy.”

That’s the conclusion of Francis Aquarius’s story, for now. As for Floersch, this is the beginning of a new era — it’s his transformation into a bona fide pop star. He’s already forged a meaningful connection with fans, including a new tradition forming where they bring him hand-made clothes to wear at his shows. “If you bring me some cool-ass shit, I’ll wear it on stage,” he smiles. And contrary to the character he plays in these songs, Floersch is an easygoing, easy-to-like guy — whether he’s back home in Nashville playing soccer, or on-stage rocking snakeskin cowboy boots and whatever his fans crocheted for him tonight.

“I hope people don’t listen to this project and go, ‘This is who Noah Floersch is,’ so much as, ‘This is a version of him,’” Floersch reflects. “I hope I’m not Francis Aquarius. Maybe I am a little bit more than I’d like to be sometimes. But I think that that version of me does exist, and it’s almost like a shadow self, or a very shameful side of me. I think as an artist, I am compelled to show that side of myself. I hope people are able to relate to that — I guess that’s the goal.” But whether or not these songs bring you closer in touch with your own shadow self, if you can blast them while you get ready for a night out, that’s good enough for Floersch too. “I really want these songs to be people’s favorite songs to play together. Like, they get together and they sing the words together. I hope that, out of this weird reckoning with myself, there’s a lot of fun that can come from it.”

Credits

ARTIST: Noah Floersch

TITLE: Francis Aquarius (VINYL)

LABEL: Concord Records

UPC: 888072713918

CRE03116

Produced by James Flannigan, Travis Heidelman, Pom Pom, Jeremy Schmett, and Micah Tawlks. Except “Fatal Feminine” and “Wild Thing” produced by Pom Pom, additional production by James Flannigan, “Somebody Nobody Gets Over” produced by James Flannigan, “Somethin’ Bout a Beer” produced by Jeremy Schmett additional production by James Flannigan, and “My Bad” produced by James Flannigan

Executive Producer James Flannigan

Vocal Engineer on “Somebody Nobody Gets Over” James Flannigan, and Dan Pellarin

Recorded by James Flannigan, Travis Heidelman, Pom Pom, Jeremy Schmett, Micah Tawlks, Dan Pellarin

Engineer by Nate Van Fleet and Asst. Engineer Sammy Dallas on “Somethin’ Bout a Beer”, “Growing Everything Out”, “Nobody’s Ever Gonna Love You”, “Look at You”, “ok, cool”, and “Worst Guy Ever”

Mixed by Jason Agel

Mastered by Nathan Dantzler at thehitlab

Photography: Stephanie Swart

Package Design: Jackie Maldonado

Thank you: If you’re listening to this music, if you’re sharing it, if you’re singing it in the shower, if you’re holding it like a secret and peeking at it occasionally, I owe you a great deal. Thank you for giving my work your time of day. Thank you for giving my songs a chance to be a part of your life. I hope they add to the joy, subtract from the pain, and provide a space for you to live and breathe exactly how you’d like.

Special thanks to Joey Legittino, James Flannigan, Jackie Maldonado, Steph Swart, Hunter Smith, and everyone who helped bring Francis Aquarius to life.

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Lyrics

Fatal Feminine

So unlike me to get caught up

Eventually you might call

I’ll be staying up all night

And suddenly

I’m seventeen

No self esteem

My ecstasy

Yeah, girl you got me

Under your influence

I’m kinda into it

F-fatal feminine

Win me over again

I’m up for anything

I’ll give you everything

F-fatal feminine

Win me over again

And over again

And Over again

And over again

I’m comin down in denial

You got me outta my mind

Gimme gimme give me more

More of your love

More of you touching

Me all over

Yeah I want you every morning

Every night

Yeah, girl you got me

Under your influence

I’m kinda into it

F-fatal feminine

Win me over again

I’m up for anything

I’ll give you everything

F-fatal feminine

Win me over again

And over again

And Over again

And over again

Under your influence

I’m kinda into it

F-fatal feminine

Win me over again

I’m up for anything

I’ll give you everything

F-fatal feminine

Win me over again

And over again

And Over again

And over again

Wild Thing

Who’s the new guy?

He looks a lot like me

See, I don’t wanna be rude

So why don’t you introduce us, honey

He’s says working in finance

Well that’s fine, man

Guess you’ve gone ahead and

Got a new type (DAMN)

I didn’t think you’d switch it up, do a full 180

Nightlife woman to a real nice lady, CMON

You used to be a wild thing, til u got a nice ring

(Who are you anymore?)

Don’t you miss the lighting, wasn’t it exciting?

Putting on a little dress

For me to take it off

Runnin’ out of breath and

Sweatin’ out the alcohol

You used to be a wild thing, a wild thing UH

Said you’d be pushin’ up daisies

Before you’d work on a spreadsheet

But man I bet it feels safe, a very comfortable pace

When you’re under his bedsheets

And you’re thinking of me – probably – why wouldn’t you be?

I know he doesn’t do it how I do it puh-lease

But man you switched it up, did a full 180

Nightlife woman to a real nice lady CMON

You used to be a wild thing, til u got a nice ring

(I thought I knew you before)

Don’t you miss the lighting, wasn’t it exciting?

Putting on a little dress

For me to take it off

Runnin’ out of breath and

Sweatin’ out the alcohol

You used to be a wild thing, a wild thing UH

Ooooooooooooh, now

I know deep down you got it in you, don’t you, still?

That feeling of freewheeling in ya, don’t you, still?

Searching, Burning, yearnin, don’t ya still?

Doesn’t it kill ya when ya wanna get down but you can’t get out of it?

(Can’t get out of it)

Doesn’t it kill ya when ya wanna get down but you can’t get out of it?

(Can’t get out of it)

Doesn’t it kill ya when ya wanna get down but you can’t get out of it?

(Can’t get out of it)

Doesn’t it kill ya when ya wanna get down but you

Can’t (Can’t)

Get (Get)

Out (Out)

UH

(Take it off, T-t-take, take, take)

(Who are you anymore)

You used to be a wild thing, til u got a nice ring

(I thought I knew you before)

Don’t you miss the lighting, wasn’t it exciting?

Putting on a little dress

For me to take it off

Runnin’ out of breath and

Sweatin’ out the alcohol

You used to be a wild thing, a wild thing UH

Somebody Nobody Gets Over

Sorry I’m late to your party

I didn’t wanna come and see you with somebody

Who’s making you smile the way I used to

But it’s been a while since I’ve been this close to you

Cuz I been livin on the other side of fallin’

Guess that’s what I get for going all in

You coulda gave me a warning

That you’re somebody nobody gets over

Never gonna give myself the closure

Never gonna stop pulling you closer

I wish we met when we were older

Cuz you’re somebody nobody gets over

Sorry I came to your party

It’s weird to think I’ve seen every inch of your body

But now I’m playin’ casual conversation

With you and your new boyfriend

He’s great, I hate him

Cuz I been livin on the other side of fallin’

Guess that’s what I get for going all in

You coulda gave me a warning

That you’re somebody nobody gets over

Never gonna give myself the closure

Never gonna stop pulling you closer

I wish we met when we were older

Cuz you’re somebody nobody gets over

You’re somebody nobody gets over

Maybe one day it won’t hurt

But you’re somebody nobody gets over

Somethin’ Bout a Beer

Somethin’ bout a beer

Makes that woman disappear

From the back of my mind

Like it’s blocking a light out

Somethin’ bout a beer

Makes the night a little clearer

Makes the cig a little sweeter

Makes it fine, I had leave her

Oooooh

I don’t wanna talk about her

Oooooh

My heart needs a night without her

OooOOOh

Turn it up a little louder for me

I wanna drown it out and toss another down so

Hey

If you’re feelin’ what I’m feelin’

Hey

Got a dream that needs deletin’

Hey

Raise a glass way up above

And don’t forget to tip the ones

That help you forget the ones you love

Yeah there just somethin’ bout a beer

Helps the pool game out a lot

If I hadn’t had a few

No way in hell I’d make that shot (CALL IT)

Corner pocket, yeah I got it on lock

But there’s just somethin’’ I forgot

Feels like there’s somethin’ I forgot, yeah

Oooooh

I don’t wanna talk about her

Oooooh

My heart needs a night without her

OooOOOh

Turn it up a little louder for me

I wanna drown it out and toss another down so

Hey

If you’re feelin’ what I’m feelin’

Hey

Got a dream that needs deletin’

Hey

Raise a glass way up above

And don’t forget to tip the ones

That help you forget the ones you love

Help you forget the ones you love

Oooooh

I don’t wanna talk about her

Oooooh

My heart needs a night without her

OooOOOh

Turn it up a little louder for me

I wanna drown it out and toss another down so

Hey

If you’re feelin’ what I’m feelin’

Hey

Got a dream that needs deletin’

Hey

Raise a glass way up above

And don’t forget to tip the ones

That help you forget the ones you love

Don’t forget to

Don’t forget to tip em honey

Hey bartender

Don’t forget to get your money

Don’t forget to

Don’t forget to tip em honey

Hey bartender

Don’t forget to get your money

(Help you forget the ones you love

Help you forget the ones you love

Help you forget the ones you love)

Help me forget the one I love

My Bad

Got too drunk again last night

My bad

Guess I musta called you up last night

My bad

I was doin’ fine for a little bit

Ya hadn’t come to mind in a minute

Had myself a night out at the bar

Met a girl and made out in her car

She said, “Is something wrong?”

I said, “I gotta get away.”

She said, “I think that you should stay.”

And then I called her by your name

Got too drunk again last night

My bad

Guess I musta called you up last night

My bad

It was way too late to

Ring you when I did but

I knew you would pick up

So I figured what the fuck

I guess I’ll try my luck

Got too drunk again last night

My bad

Guess I musta called you up last night

My bad

Growing Everything Out

Wakin’ up with somebody new

Ain’t such a terrible thing to do

Stupid in morning

Gone without a warning

Ruinin’ the afternoon

Get a new skin

Skip a haircut

Cut the music

Use it, lose it, truth is

I’m kinda growing everything out

I’m tired of shutting everything down

I been waxin’ apathetic

It’s part of my aesthetic

Throwing all my weight around

I’m growing everything out

Nanana, nanana

I’m growing everything out

Nanana, nanana

I’m growing everything out

Bloody Mary, stare in the mirror

Pulling trig inside a bathroom stall

Wash my mouth out in the sink

To a country cover of Wonderwall

Here comes the fall

Get a new skin

Skip a haircut

Cut the music

Use it, lose it, truth is

I’m kinda growing everything out

I’m tired of shutting everything down

I been waxin’ apathetic

It’s part of my aesthetic

Throwing all my weight around

I’m growing everything out

Nanana, nanana

I’m growing everything out

Nanana, nanana

I’m growing everything out

Get a new skin

Skip a haircut

Cut the music

Use it, lose it, truth is

I’m kinda growing everything out

I’m tired of shutting everything down

I been waxin’ apathetic

It’s part of my aesthetic

Throwing all my weight around

I’m growing everything out

Nanana, nanana

I’m growing everything out

Nanana, nanana

I’m growing everything out

Nobody’s Ever Gonna Love You

Nobody’s ever gonna love you if you

Don’t give a little of your time to’em

How come you think that you can show up

Whenever you want

Girl, it’s the middle of the night

Knock on the door

It’s one in the morning

Not gonna lie

I knew it was coming

Never a night

Where there isn’t something

What do you want?

Are you gonna come in?

Gimme a break

You made mistake, baby

Tell me what it is you

Wanted to say, baby

You can’t really get away from me

Totally

I’m still waiting on the day you get

Over me

Used to buy what you sold to me

But I can’t anymore

Nobody’s ever gonna love you if you

Don’t give a little of your time to’em

How come you think that you can show up

Whenever you want

Girl, it’s the middle of the night, UH

There was a time

When I was in love with ya

Once in while

It was enough with ya

You were lookin’ at me

Like it meant something

Really made making me think

I could be

Holdin’ it down, forever from now with ya

Build a little house, breakin’ the ground with ya

I don’t wanna be

I don’t wanna be your late night, drive by, joy ride, tongue tied, wide eyed guy

Nobody’s ever gonna love you if you

Don’t give a little of your time to’em

How come you think that you can show up

Whenever you want

Girl, it’s the middle of the night

Oh it makes me mad

When you get like that

If I’m not worth the time

Why do you keep coming back?

Why do you keep coming

(Back, Back, Back

Back, Back, Back)

Back to me

Back to being good again

Back to me

Back to feelin’ like feelin’

I’m not tryin’ to get even

I’m just tired of believing in

A woman who won’t see me when

I need her, only when I’m needed

You know I’m not strong enough

To say that I no longer love you

God I hate it

God I want you

God I hate it

God I love you

Look at You

Okay, I’ll say it you caught me

Got me right where you want me

Threaded in your fingers like marionette

Be gentle with me

I’ll be anything you need me to be

But baby I’m catching on to you

Watching work the room the way you do

I thought you’d only use that charm on me

But it’s for everybody

Oooh

Look at you

With the curls

And the cowboy boots

And a new tattoo, you’re so cool!

But suddenly, honey I’m a little less in love with you

Do you think it through?

How you play

How you make your moves

It’s a game for two, but you lose

Cuz suddenly, honey I’m a little less in love with you

Oooh

Lets c-c-cut to the chase

And say it, face to face if

We came here together then why’d give your number to

Baseball hat with the mustache

And a rich dad, okay I get a that a little

Oooh

Look at you

With the curls

And the cowboy boots

And a new tattoo, you’re so cool!

But suddenly, honey I’m a little less in love with you

Oooh

Do you think it through?

How you play

How you make your moves

It’s a game for two, but you lose

Cuz suddenly, honey I’m a little less in love with you

Call it insecurity

Honey you you been hurtin’ me

Making me feel dirty when your flirtin’ right in front of me

Honestly a bit relieved

Maybe I can get to sleep

Stead of stayin’ up and wonderin’ if you’re in love with me

Oooh

Look at you

With the curls

And the cowboy boots

And a new tattoo, you’re so cool

But suddenly, honey I’m a little less in love with you

Oooh

Do you think it through?

How you play

How you make your moves

It’s a game for two, but you lose

Cuz suddenly, honey I’m a little less in love with you

OK, Cool

Something’s different

Isn’t it

I can feel it when you’re lookin at me

It’s a little bit

Suspect baby

Let’s say we

Get it all out now

I’m looking to patch it up somehow

So what if we fight sometimes

I can’t read your mind

Like you read mine

Like you read everybody’s

That’s why you’re always right

But what if you’re wrong this time

What if i’m tired of tryna

Get you to my side of the line

All you’re giving me is

Okay, cool

The energy is way off

Okay, cool

Since we last talked, way off

Singing okay, cool

What am I doing wrong?

I wanna be doing right by you

But I don’t know how to

When all you’re givin’ me is okay, cool

Okay, cool

Okay

Silent treatment

Are you serious?

Thought we could be grown up about it

Maybe work our way around it

So what if we fight sometimes

I can’t read your mind

Like you read mine

Like you read everybody’s

That’s why you’re always right

But what if you’re wrong this time

What if i’m tired of tryna

Get you to my side of the line

All you’re giving me is

Okay, cool

The energy is way off

Okay, cool

Since we last talked, way off

Singing okay, cool

What am I doing wrong?

I wanna be doing right by you

But I don’t know how to

When all you’re givin’ me is okay, cool

Okay, cool

All you’re giving me is

Okay, cool

The energy is way off

Okay, cool

Since we last talked, way off

Singing okay, cool

What am I doing wrong?

I wanna be doing right by you

But I don’t know how to

When all you’re givin’ me is okay, cool

Worst Guy Ever

I

I want

I want you

I want you back

But not like I used to

I

I want

I want you

I want you bad

Been hoping you do too

There’s nobody for me but you

I’ll be everything you say I’m not

Cinderella story til it’s 12 o’clock

Can we have a little night together

Til I turn back into the worst guy ever

I

I want

I want you

To take me back

Like you always do

I

I won’t

I won’t do you like I have

Damn, I hope that’s true

There’s nobody for me but you

I’ll be everything you say I’m not

Cinderella story til it’s 12 o’clock

Can we have a little night together

Til I turn back into the worst guy ever

Instead of a slipper

I’ll leave you a t-shirt

And a laundry list of questions in your head

And when you wake up

And your dream was a fever

And we’re back to where we started once again

I’ll be everything you say I’m not

Cinderella story til it’s 12 o’clock

Empty promises that I’ll be better

Hoping I would change, baby I would never

Pick you up to let you down again

Sell you on someone that don’t even exist

Can we have a little night together

Til I turn back into the worst guy ever

To Be Around

Don’t wanna talk about it

Leave it alone

You’re goin’ off about it

And I’m gonna go, go, go

A foot in the grave and

A head in the clouds

You remind me of someone

I don’t like to be reminded ‘bout

A look on your face and

A hand on your mouth

You remind of someone

No one really likes to be around

Go write a song about it

That’s what she said

She’s better off without it

And that’s what she meant

When she said

A foot in the grave and

A head in the clouds

You remind me of someone

I don’t like to be reminded ‘bout

A look on your face and

A hand on your mouth

You remind of someone

No one really likes to be around

Tell me how you really feel

Was it ever too much for ya?

Was it ever really real?

Did I ever do much for ya?

Put my own

Foot in the grave and

My head in the clouds

I remind you of someone

You don’t like to be reminded ‘bout

A look on my face and

A hand on my mouth

I remind you someone

No one really likes to be around

Airway

Make me a runway

Model airplane

You’re my airway

Take me to Monday

By the staircase

In my airspace

Red eye

When I

Said I

Would find

Your side

My life

I like

To ride

The sky

At night

On a

Red eye

When I

Said I

Would find

Your side

My life

I like

To ride

The sky

At night

Wrote you a letter

I felt severed

You’re my tether

Thought I’d feel better

But I never

Did get better

Red eye

When I

Said I

Would find

Your side

My life

I like

To ride

The sky

At night

On a

Red eye

When I

Said I

Would find

Your side

My life

I like

To ride

The sky

At night

ON a red eye, red eye, red eye flight

Red eye, red eye, red eye flight

Make me a runway

Model airplane

You’re my airway