I suspect that if Handsome Furs weren’t automatically dismissed as the graveyard shift plowed by the “Bruce Springsteen guy in Wolf Parade and his hot wife,” Face Control would wind up on a lot of year-end Best-Of’s. Instead, it’s been met with polite praise and forgotten like most February-released ephemera. Granted, it lacks both the au courant, strangled cat electro-poppiness of Passion Pit, and the more superficially interesting angles of more experimental acts, but hey, this is subjective.
Dan Boeckner (and Spencer Krug) remain on the short-list of their generation’s finest songwriters–even if their zoological fascination remains ripe for parody. A Q&A in advance of the band’s Echoplex performance tonight is up at Pop and Hiss. I consider my inability to discover what makes a fur handsome, something of a minor failure.