Michael Hann

At their best the Psychedelic Furs are fantastic

Plus: Chris de Burgh proves that not everything has to be achingly hip to provide genuine pleasure

issue 19 October 2019

It’s amazing what the movies can do. In 1986, the John Hughes teen flick Pretty in Pink — the one where poor girl Molly Ringwald and rich kid Andrew McCarthy get it together despite their friends’ disapproval — took its title from a Psychedelic Furs song, which featured heavily in the film. Whoosh! Suddenly they were proper stars. Or rather they were for a year or so.

They reformed in 2000, but were just another band on the nostalgia circuit. Then along came another movie, the 2017 arthouse hit Call Me By Your Name, which featured their 1982 single ‘Love My Way’. Since then, the venues have grown again, the reviewers returned and the notices have been glowing. There are even whispers of another album. The one new song played at the Roundhouse — ‘The Boy Who Invented Rock’n’Roll’ — is perfectly serviceable, though heavier on mood and rhythm than the indelible melodies of the Furs’ best songs.

And the best songs — the two from those movies, ‘India’, ‘President Gas’, ‘Heaven’, ‘Heartbreak Beat’ — were pretty fantastic.

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