MUSIC: Super Furry Animals / Maxwell's
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I denied the Super Furry Animals for too long. How could a band with such a silly sounding name also craft such great pop songs? The last opportunity I had to see the Welshmen live was when a friend's band was opening for them in 2000. The friend ended up breaking down and not making it, and consequently, neither did I.
Fast forward eight years, and having heard nothing
but amazing things about their live show, I have been doing my
best to wade through their back catalog while also trying to keep up
with the new output. It's a formidable assignment, considering their eights LPs,
more if you include solo and side projects, so you'll forgive me if I still
don't have song titles committed to memory. What I do have is the live
experience—finally!—and the revelation that this band is a must for any live
music fan.
So for this mini tour to celebrate the U.S.
release of their eighth album, "Hey Venus!", we braved that long walk
from the PATH train down to Maxwell's, stopping only for some
wining and dining with our Jersey friends.
If we had any intention of seeing openers Holy Fuck we
blew it. After a brief stop at the bar, frontman Gruff Rhys appeared onstage to
much hootin' and hollerin' (perhaps the crowd liked his cute pom-pom hat).
The band started with a medley of upbeat rockers like "The Gateway Song," "Golden Retriever," "Ice Hockey Hair," and "Do Or Die." With a big, fuzzed-out guitar tone and Gruff's shimmering vocal delivery, I wondered if the rest of the set would be as sublime. As a few members swapped laptop, keyboard and guitar duties, they went on to capture their more spacey, mellow recordings like "Zoom!" and "The Gift That Keeps Giving." There was some difficulty with the talkbox for "Juxtaposed With You," but they moved into the built-in encore of "Rings Around the World" and "The Man Don't Give a Fuck" (among others) while Gruff rocked a giant space/motocross helmet. I've already got my tickets for Bowery Ballroom in February. –Carl Gambrell