The ideal Furfour review would simply read ‘this is so fucking lovely it keeps making me weepy in public places’, but that’s too short.
The most remarkable thing about Grumbling Fur’s Furfour is that it’s so damn gorgeous – shimmering and radiant and melodic. The second most remarkable thing is that – for a duo whose collaborative promiscuity and immersion in the esoteric would see them dominate any millennial version of England’s Hidden Reverse – it’s unquestionably a pop album.
A pop album with Eno/Cale’s Spinning Away and Ultramarine’s pastoral techno at its heart (and with linking pieces referencing aliens and evolution), but pop nonetheless.
You won’t hear a more rewarding and magickal album this year. I’m welling up here, man.