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As a longtime fan of the girls—also guilty of hoarding Janet Jackson and Britney Spears tour DVDs—I’m itching to dive into FLO’s world, tracing the threads of their influences and how they shaped this tour. The show itself feels razor-sharp: from the striking, Destiny’s Child–esque silhouettes flickering behind red silk curtains to the effortless chemistry and tight harmonies that make it feel like the trio have been doing this for a lifetime. “We had just come off tour with Kehlani, and we got to see her show every night, so she definitely inspired us in terms of making sure that it’s seamless,” Downer begins, the girls nodding in agreement. “It’s important to keep the energy fresh every single time when you’re doing the same show over and over.” That sentiment wasn’t just talk—it undeniably radiated from them during the show, each spark ignited anew by the crowd’s relentless passion.
The tour marks a quantum leap from their 25-minute opening spot on Kehlani’s CRASH Tour—now commanding a full 75-minute set, complete with tight choreography, layered production, and live vocals that carry every moment with precision. “An hour is quite short,” Quaresma begins, laughter bubbling between them, “It seems like it’s really long, but it goes by so quickly… when we were first told that we were going to be performing for an hour, we were like, ‘Oh my god. How are we gonna do that?’” The answer? Quaresma puts it bluntly: “Exercise… We definitely had moments where we cried, and questioned whether or not we could pull it off. We actually put the show together really quickly, and Amari [Marshall, the tour’s choreographer] really helped us work on our stage presence; she changed performing for us.” The payoff is a show that commandeers time, smashing the girl-group blueprint and serving up something unapologetically fierce and impossible to peel your eyes from.
RANGE editor Cam Delisle posing with FLO at the Commodore Ballroom on May 18, 2025.
What caught FLO off guard wasn’t just the scale of the tour or the demanding set—it was the passionate response to the new material. “At the beginning of ‘IWH2BMX,’ everybody starts screaming. Even ‘Shoulda Woulda Coulda.’ Those are the best moments, because the fans are just so excited to hear songs that we’ve never sang before,” Downer recaps. As for the absence of older, fan-favourite material? “We could’ve really beat ourselves up for skipping songs like ‘Immature’ or ‘Feature Me,’ but the fans did that for us, really,” Douglas trolls, embracing the reality of stan culture. For fans still holding out hope for those deep cuts, the group isn’t saying goodbye—it’s more of a not yet than a never. “It just leaves room for us to bring them back at some point down the line and it will be even more exciting,” Downer expresses, further promising that “those songs are gone but not forgotten.”
The Access All Areas Tour isn’t just a career milestone for FLO—it’s a fully-realized declaration of who they are and where they’re going. Onstage later that night, they’re tight and towering, commanding without ever reaching, folding years of influence and ambition into something distinctly their own. Offstage, they’re thoughtful, self-aware, and unbothered by the noise—more interested in building legacy than chasing immediacy.
Every harmony, every interlude, every strand of hair blown by a corner-stage fan feels intentional—like a message tucked inside the music. The trio isn’t playing catch-up with pop history; they’re bending it to make room for themselves. What they’ve created is a stark reminder that the girl group isn’t dead—it just needed FLO to reincarnate it with teeth, truth, and synchronicity that doesn’t quit.
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