In the gloom of an underlit Barrowlands stage, a man in black is holding a large inflatable phone to his ear and chanting these words: “SFA OK. SFA OK.”
The man is Gruff Rhys. The band is Super Furry Animals. And the song, Wherever I Lay My Phone (That’s My Home), allows them to reintroduce themselves at this, their second gig after 10 years away.
Not that they need much introducing. This Glasgow date sold out fast, mostly thanks to fans – going by the age of the crowd – who loved them first time around. Signed to Creation, the label flush with Oasis money, they came to prominence in the mid-90s goldrush. Alan McGee thought he had found his own version of Blur, but their Welshness and weirdness put them at odds with Britpop orthodoxy.
That madcap reputation has tended to obscure what they really are: a formidable songwriting force. Confirmation of their immense skill and range comes when they perform Run! Christian, Run! followed by Juxtapozed with U. The former is 70s-style country rock, the latter an immaculately crafted soul tune. Both are wonderful.
It doesn’t get said enough that Rhys is a beautiful singer. Live performance makes this clear. His voice is essentially mournful, but the songs are so sweet with melody that the impression is of Eeyore transcendent – becoming Tigger through the transforming power of pop.
He’s not much of a showman. Likewise the rest of the band. Mostly they let the songs sell themselves. Yet they have their moments. At the noisy climax of Receptacle for the Respectable, Rhys, Huw Bunford and Guto Pryce gather centre stage, guitars aloft, and press the necks together. It’s a bit Status Quo, a bit rutting giraffe, more than a bit thrilling.
As the two-hour show builds to its peak, they lean into epics: Mountain People, Slow Life and, of course, traditional set-closer The Man Don’t Give A Fuck, extended tonight to 12 minutes. A singalong protest song against whatever evils of the world you want it to be about, it has lost none of its cathartic anger and vulgar cheer.