There are many ways to skin the revitalised garage-rock cat, but Fur, the first album from the Archie Bronson Outfit, takes a genuinely distinctive approach. The trio peddle a punky blues/alt.country hybrid that's broad-minded enough to embrace the likes of Sonic Youth and PJ Harvey, Neil Young, Palace, Fairport Convention and 16 Horsepower. Theirs is a dark, urgent, viscous sound which suggests that they grew up in the Appalachian foothills rather than Chippenham, but there's no denying the hammering, near-apocalyptic fervour of "Riders" and "The Wheel Rolls On", the smouldering intensity of "Bloodheat" or the hypnotic pull of "Pompeii", which hints at an affection for both "Paranoid" and Liege & Lief. Of its kind, Fur may well be the best in show.
There are many ways to skin the revitalised garage-rock cat, but Fur, the first album from the Archie Bronson Outfit, takes a genuinely distinctive approach. The trio peddle a punky blues/alt.country hybrid that’s broad-minded enough to embrace the likes of Sonic Youth and PJ Harvey, Neil Young, Palace, Fairport Convention and 16 Horsepower.
Theirs is a dark, urgent, viscous sound which suggests that they grew up in the Appalachian foothills rather than Chippenham, but there’s no denying the hammering, near-apocalyptic fervour of “Riders” and “The Wheel Rolls On”, the smouldering intensity of “Bloodheat” or the hypnotic pull of “Pompeii”, which hints at an affection for both “Paranoid” and Liege & Lief.
Of its kind, Fur may well be the best in show.
