All alone with the Dark Furs


Dark Furs operates in the tangled briers of indie pop. It’s moody, but elegantly arranged, bolstered by the wall of sound approach while still moving along the plot. It’s in the vein of recent pop acts that could be considered dream/mood pop, but what does any of that really mean? You could say “See Siouxise Sioux” and we could talk all night about that comparison. Most important to note is that Dark Furs are in possession of an unstoppable force named Suzanne May.

As the voice of Dark Furs, May is a chemical reaction of vocals bonding with the arrangements by Chad Philipps and the drum work by Nathan Meek; consecutively May is frail and solid, ethereal while also calling forth her husky commands. On the Dark Fur’s track Hearts (Fuck You, Goodbye), May pivots from playful, frail vocals to gruff sounding consonants that drop low on the register. Think of a pirouette transitioning into a tackle.

She sings:

I’d like to know that you’re somewhere in pain on the floor/ You ain’t that beautiful/ Want you to ache when you wake/ Is she better than me? That is no, that is no, that is no.”

Dark Furs are doleful, but celebratory, owing to new wave’s crest that pulled back just before reality came crashing into the party. (Because everyone knows that when the party is most full of life someone is going to want to play the piano and start a sing-along).

There is an extrinsic beauty in the bustle of a new city, a crowded room and Dark Furs reminds us that we can never truly appreciate isolation until we’re surrounded by buildings filled with people.

Nathan Solis is a Highland Park resident who writes about and photographs the L.A. music scene. You can find more of Solis’ stories, reviews and photos at Avenue Meander.

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