11/12/2025
The Psychedelic Furs: Age Is Just a Number. So Is the Year.
Opening with âHeaven,â the Furs walked onstage to a wave of cheers and a sea of raised phones. But it took just seconds for Richard Butler to render the tech redundant. His voice raspy, wry, and effortlessly emotive  immediately drew the crowd into his world, where romance is always on the edge of ruin and every dancefloor hides a dark secret.
The band was tight from the start. Mars Williamsâ saxophone (a key part of their signature sound) might be gone  the beloved multi-instrumentalist passed in 2023 but their current lineup honors that legacy with grace. Amanda Kramerâs keyboards shimmered and swelled, filling the space with warmth and bite, while guitarist Rich Good injected fresh energy into even the most familiar riffs.
The setlist was a masterclass in dynamics. âThe Ghost in Youâ was delicate and devastating, with Butler cradling the mic like a cigarette and delivering each line like a confession. âLove My Wayâ lit the room up  all bouncing synth marimbas and sing-along joy  while âPresident Gasâ hit like a political Molotov, as timely now as it was 40 years ago.
But this wasnât just a tour through the past. Newer material from Made of Rain (2020) stood shoulder to shoulder with the classics. âWrong Trainâ and âDonât Believeâ bristled with atmosphere, showing a band still evolving, still taking risks.
Throughout the night, Butler played the reluctant rock star  smiling wryly, stepping back during solos, occasionally twirling or tapping a tambourine. He doesnât need to shout to command a room. He just is.
The Psychedelic Furs in 2025 are not a legacy act resting on past glories. They are a living, breathing, emotionally potent band who still care.