The Yummy Fur, the delightfully skuzzy Glasgow indie-pop band, didn’t make it across the ocean in their initial 1992-1999 run; college radio love never quite did buy anybody a plane ticket, either then or now. But being in Franz Ferdinand definitely is good for a transatlantic flight, and so drummer Paul Thompson, who got his start in the Yummy Fur and went on to become a big, big rock star, will be making the trek to America this month with the band’s original frontman John McKeown and long-serving guitarist Brian McDougall. The occasion? Ten years since the band’s breakup, plus a What’s Your Rupture?-issued greatest hits comp.
They play the relatively new Greenpoint loftspace 171 Lombardy (hailed for its loft patio overlooking “the Greenpoint industrial district,” and so hip even its Google Street View photo has a couple of louche kids hanging out outside) next Friday, January 15th. No idea really how to explain the grip this band had on the imagination of people stateside who never saw them the first time around. Like a cuddlier version of the Fall but way less career-oriented? Hard to say. Carrie Brownstein is excited. Does that mean anything to you?