The Furry Wires played music that never saw the light of day. Dark basement bars. Dogwood bootleg shacks out on the dunes. Warehouses full of nothing. They would play when all the other music had worn out its welcome. Their music could only exist at the end of the show. Hanging on to the last spark of the excitement of the night.
Songs of fear, longing and sea monkeys. A lyrical puzzle missing half its pieces. They would play till the first hint of dawn then pack up and leave. Legend says they broke up when the van broke down.