Super Furry Animals

I’ve said it before but this lot are a treasure, a once in a generation band.

There seems to be an in-band decision to return to the guitars and of Fuzzy Logic and Radiator; Lovekraft's orchestration seems to be a long time in the past.

Candylion sees him taking his muse to new heights; presenting it in a way that is more ebullient, more self assured. 

You can just imagine Gruff asking the band; “hey lads, erm... lets do a bad-ass song about an advert featuring a fluffy black chick”.

Gruff has experienced a fair degree of difficulty with the hotel's pretension of putting a spoon in his portion of nuts. He looks up bewhildered at me. “Erm… so what do you do with this then? Eat them like soup?

Not perfect, sprawling, messy, very sentimental, a tad ill-disciplined but very close to greatness.

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Gruff makes ready to go. “Erm I'm going to get a drink. You got any more of them nuts?” (Gruff, for the record has been slyly scoffing all the complimentary nuts the entire length of the interview).

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A letter from Gruff Rhys.

"The title is a play on words that doesn't really translate."

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I can't get my tongue round those Welsh words. It must be my Scando-Saxon genes.

"From I Jonathan wannabes to Purple and Orange mountain goats in two hours."

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One band, two reviewers and Belgian beer on draught. A lethal, yet exciting combination.