We saw the Psychedelic Furs in Carrboro, last night. And they were great!
Mrs was a fan in high school, while I only knew them from their hits – five songs, I counted them off before the show started: Pretty In Pink, Love My Way, etc.. And of course they played all of those. The surprise was the other dozen songs in their set, which ranged from melodic goth in the Siouxsie/Cure vein, to Bauhaus-y drone stuff, to angry rocking things that one could mistake for PiL – though Richard Butler’s rough baritone (which still sounds great) could never be confused with Johnny Lydon’s bratty sneer. But, they were uniformly good. Good enough that I just might have to go buy an album or two.
I had seen them before, back in 89, at the RIT hockey rink. I remember liking them then, too. But that’s all I remember. It was college, I was probably drunk.
Liz Brasher opened. She, and her band, did a fine set of fine bluesy tunes. If you like Black Keys, Alabama Shakes, etc., they’re right up your alley.