Psychedelic Furs: The Ritz, New York NY
J.D. Considine, Musician, March 1983
RICHARD BUTLER stalks to his microphone, a vision in beige. While the other six Psychedelic Furs take their places decked out in the standard postpunk mufti, ranging from guitarist Ron Ashton's new romantic gypsy getup to cellist Anne Sheldon's Nico-black dress and stockings, Butler comes out in an imitation Burberry trench, coat, matching double-breasted suit, red ballet slippers, nearly opaque sunglasses, elaborately unkempt hair and an expression that's equal parts lordly disdain and punkish arrogance. Slinging his arm rakishly over the mike stand, Butler smiles wickedly at the expectant horde, who, only seconds into the furious roar of 'Into You Like A Train', are already screaming their approval.
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