AMZ - December, 1998 -- Furslide  
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Vol 3 Number 1

  December, 1998

 

 

       
 

 
   
Artist: Furslide
Title: "Adventure"
Label: Virgin Records
Reviewed By: Bushman
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Soft with an edge, familiar in it's oddity, and insecure in it's brilliance is "Adventure." Sometimes an eclectic alterna-girlie-pop, and often entirely different, the entirely different essence can take the shape of any number of feelings, while the closer "Furslide" move into familiar ground, the weaker they get. The forays into the spacey warm structures are the treat for the listener.

Singer Jennifer Turner can verbalize as clever as Ms. Morisette (evidenced in the "Skinny Girl" poetic ramblings), and approach the white-trash goddess seduction like that Apple woman (evoked in the sultry and greasy "Bring You Down"). The selling focus of "Furslide" is the up-front presence of Ms. Turner. Her voice is competent enough, but it's the whispers, whines and groans of emotional release that set her ability in a brighter light. She has a real strong poetic sensibility to her work. "Make believe for hours and hours/ You've got me surrendered to powers/ That patiently devour."

Most themes revolve around the obsession and trappings of attraction. There's a definite tension running through the disk. Most of the guitar work is subtle and twangy clean, with at least one song chiming in with a very late-era Replacements influenced approach, all brought to us courtesy of Jennifer Turner.

The rhythm section of Jason Lader (bass) and Adam MacDougall (drums) serves basically as that, setting down a floor upon which Turner can emote both verbally and musically upon. "Furslide" aren't afraid to stray from the road as evidenced by the singular "Hawaii," which is done completely in strings, and sounds like a neo-classical lullaby with a nice sing-song, repeating mainline.

There is a general feel of some re-worked ground being fluffed up and re-packaged, but "Furslide" spice the blend with enough eccentricities to push them ahead of their contemporaries. It's about as thoughtful and intelligent as pop is allowed to get, but then "Furslide" seem to turn their backs and go with the anti-pop beauty on songs like the violin accompanied "Faith." Artsy within a radio-friendlied persona, "Furslide" may turn off the average sugar-loving, Lillith Fair going, "girl-power" spouting champion of the fairer sex, but they offer a more viable interpretation of the female observation than what the industry has been feeding this niche for the last couple of years.

 

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