Blossoms are an English indie pop band from Stockport, Greater Manchester. Formed in 2013, the band consists of Tom Ogden ( vocals, guitar), Charlie Salt ( bass, backing vocals), Josh Dewhurst ( lead guitar), Joe Donovan ( drums) and Myles Kellock ( keyboards).
They were on the BBC's Sound Of new music list for 2016 where they finished in fourth place. It was commented by the band and several other people that they were one of only two guitar bands on the list, alongside Rat Boy.
Blossoms is the self-titled debut studio album by English indie pop band Blossoms. It was released in the United Kingdom on 5 August 2016, by Virgin EMI Records. The album was produced by James Skelly and Rich Turvey. It peaked to number 1 on the UK Albums Chart and number 12 on the Irish Albums Chart.
n. (plural of blossom English) vb. (en-third-person singular of: blossom)
Usage examples of "blossoms".
A view of assembly lines, staffed almost entirely by bots, the blossoms on their heads making long rows of colorful blossoms, interrupted occasionally by the smoother heads of humans.
Honeysuckle vines, colorful with laden blossoms, thickened the fencerows and the borders of the forest and climbed upon the barn.
The summer was hot, most of his colleagues were less than congenial, and the intensely cloying odor of honeysuckle blossoms penetrated every building in the city.
Behind the wall rose a billow of honeysuckle vines, their pink and yellow blossoms swaying upright, like wineglasses, on their stems.
Her hands moved aside to clutch at her cheeks, the fingers digging into her temples, the nails tearing blossoms loose, blood flowing.
It did nothing to stop the heckling, the pokes and prods and grabs at blossoms that--Sam could see, even from his distance--left scalps red with blood.
And then they will put our blossoms in vases, and our leaves in salad, and.
With her was another whose scalp blossoms were a pale blue with yellow centers.
Only when their teacher, an older bot whose scalp blossoms were a deep honey color, cleared her throat did the movement and the noise stop.
She half turned to face the honeysuckle vines that hung in the window to her right, most of their leaves still green, many blossoms still upright and filled with wine despite the tattering effects of gunfire.
Alice Belle stood to one side, her blossoms a splash of orange and pink against the shadowed wall, watching Sam work.
Sam noticed that her scalp blossoms, normally a creamy white, were now limp and bedraggled.
Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, her head bowed, her blossoms awash in sunlight.
He sighed and watched the petals of her blossoms flutter in the breeze of his breath.
Gilman was standing by a dirty window fringed with honeysuckle leaves and blossoms, peering outward.