FLO Announces Sophomore Album Therapy At The Club and Shares Title Track

When FLO first broke through they were read as revivalists: a UK girl group mining the crisp harmonies and slow-burn sensuality of Y2K R&B and polishing it for the TikTok era. Their debut LP Access All Areas felt intentionally curated in 2024 — tidy songs, pointed production choices, an eye for nostalgia that didn’t slip into pastiche. After a string of holiday singles and the mischievous, club-ready single “Leak It” in March, the trio have announced a proper second album, Therapy At The Club, and released its title track.

The phrase “therapy at the club” could have gone noir: a late-night reckoning, messy confessions under strobes. Instead the song sails toward buoyant British retro-soul — think syrupy keys, a shimmying beat and layered harmonies that sit almost teasingly above the groove. It’s a pop song that dresses like a late-2000s mixtape but keeps one foot firmly in modern polish; producers Lostboy, Leroy Clampitt and Lauren Keen give it a gloss that emphasizes rhythm over grit.

I first heard the song unplugged, when FLO slipped it into their Tiny Desk set a couple months back. In that stripped context the lyric landed differently: you could hear the friction in their voices, the way a held note would wobble into the next line. On this studio cut that rawness is smoothed out. The harmonies are immaculate; the lead lines are economical; the chorus snaps like a photo. It’s engineered to play on playlists and in clubs, which is exactly the point.

There’s a thematic thread here that runs back to “Leak It”: an affection for reckless behavior framed as liberation. Where some artists treat confession as confession, FLO frames it as choreography. The club becomes a stage for forgetting, and the song revels in that contradiction rather than interrogating it. It’s fun, and sometimes a song needs to be that simple.

But this is also a sophomore moment. The stakes of a second album are different from a debut’s novelty: labels, tour routing and media narratives all start to push an act toward a particular lane. Released July 24 on Republic, Therapy At The Club looks like FLO’s bid to cement themselves not just as revivalists but as players in contemporary British R&B and pop. The production choices suggest they’re aiming for crossover radio without abandoning the warm harmonic language that made them distinct.

Compare them to contemporaries like Raye and you see the strategy: retro textures married to modern hooks, emotional ambiguity packaged as dance-floor-friendly pop. It’s a viable road, commercially and creatively, but it also narrows the moments where the group can surprise you. For now the title track does what it needs to do—it grooves, it sticks, and it leaves you wanting to know whether the album will lean into the carefree gloss or peel the veneer back when the lights go up.