Furry Things 


Although its debut album, The Big Saturday Illusion (Trance Syndicate), catches Furry Things in thrall to My Bloody Valentine, live this Austin foursome tears up greener sonic turf. On record the group's frail but affecting melodies are bruised by violent swirls of wah-wah, feedback, and fuzzed-out distortion, the vocals of bassist Cathy Shive and guitarist-keyboardist Ken Gibson tentative amid the onslaught. But a show this spring revealed some serious development: the wispy tunefulness gained enough muscle to go head-to-head with the band's unabashed enthusiasm for noise, and at moments the seas of chaos parted, revealing both ghostly melodic contours and razor-sharp lines. Although they may not have achieved the tightness and clarity of their Texas neighbors in Sixteen Deluxe, Furry Things take a similar, distinctly American angle on British noise pop, screwing homemade hooks into a wall of guitar wallop. In their Chicago debut, they open for New York's terrific Chrome Cranks. Saturday, 10 PM, Empty Bottle, 1035 N. Western; 276-3600.


Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): Furry Things photo.


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