"One of London's most thrilling live bands" – BaseAd
"With individual musical influences as disparate as their wardrobes, they are a motley crew who boast a raw energy in their music, which is as indefinable as it is inimitable" - My London Your London
"These boys... play unadulterated rock and roll and have the energy, passion, talent and attitude to make Johnny Borrell eat his own shoes" - Rockbeatstone
L'Histoire...
Born in the wagon of a travelling show and callously cast by the roadside, the Furies were raised as orphans by a cult of silent nuns. Escaping the clutches of the cruel nuns at a tender age, our four friends began their travels around the world, stowing away on steam ships, living up trees and in rubbish bins and suchlike. A bit like Huckleberry Finn, or something.
Times were hard, until they were miraculously taken in by a kindly and extremely well connected old spinster, a millionaire duchess dowager of ancient and aristocratic line, who took pity after watching them dance jigs for stale croissants on the backstreets of Marseille. A period of decadence followed, a wild, hedonistic, technicolour blur of champagne and limousines, crystal chandeliers and Louis Quatorze four-poster beds, chateaux and yachts, debutantes' virginities, Saville Row suits, opium, absinthe, dancing girls, dreams...
We would divide our year between New York, Paris, London and Monte Carlo, skipping through the moonlit streets in our top hats and tails, seducing heiresses and laughing at the proles. It was a right laugh, but the dirty fingers of tragedy were never far away. After the sudden death of our wealthy protectress in a tragic motor racing accident, our luck soon began to turn.