Florence and the Machine: could people stop with the overproduction?

I know the role of the producer has been elevated to god-like status as of late (or has it been so since Timbaland started to appear on everyone's single?), but somebody must stop with the overproduction. There needs to be little bit of wilderness SOMEWHERE, especially for vocalists capable of such a thing. You don't need to make it any louder or compete any harder for singers who can bring it. For one, I believe Scarlett Johansson's album was marred, not helped, by its producer (David Sitek of TV on the radio). And poor Anni Rossi - her new, slicker debut album Rockwell fades compare to her jagged little EP Afton.

Now, now they've gotten to Florence and The Machine, too. If you'd remember, I loved Florence for her incredible powerhouse, impassioned vocal, backed by music that didn't compete too hard against her voice. I was really looking forward to the debut album since LAST YEAR, when I didn't even know if there was one in the work. Lungs (comes out today), as it is called, is not bad by any means. She still can sing like nobody's business, and the production works for a few tracks (Blinding, Howl, and to some extent, Dog Days are Over). But when you compare Kiss with a Fist, My Boy Builds Coffins, and Between Two Lungs with previously released tracks of the same tune (on her myspace), it's clear which is the superior of the two sets. The album versions of these puppies are too slick, too busily competing for the eardrums. Luckily, they are in themselves great songs so the overproduction didn't completely kill their magic. But boy, did it try to drown out a great deal of what's so appealing (to me) about Florence and her music. When I figure how to put up the songs for comparison, I'll post them here.

Anyway, there are still plenty good things in the album. Here's Bird Song (not on the album, sadly), a reminder of how great Florence can be (and obviously, a great live act that I can't wait to see):

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