Fly - Live at London's King's Cross water rats

recipients of a mini-revival care of sworn testimonies to their greatness from a whole host
of indie luminaries,you could say that cult-conquistadors Felt have done the decent thing
and reformed.One snag.They're minus both their motivational force,Lawrence(last seen
loitering in Denim),and keyboard whizz Duffy,who was sequestrated to Primal Scream too
long ago for anyone to remember exactly when.

Which brings us to an anticipation-filled Water Rats,staring disbelievingly at four figures
on the stage who stroll casually on,brush the cobwebs from their keyboards and start
throwing a series of Felt-like instrumentals at us,minus both a guitarist and any sign of a
singer other than a leftover mic stand which lurks portentously on one edge of the stage.

These,it subsequently transpires,are live interpretations of songs the group recorded
in a post-lawrence haze a decade ago,with Duffy supplying the keyboards and a 'what-
do-we-do-now?'ennui providing the musical edginess.Bassist Marco Thomas-the nearest
Fly get to a frontman-nods his head during the most strident passages and looks serious
when he isn't,while day-one Felt drummer Gary Ainge thumps away like it's the first
morning's recording of 'Crumbling The Antiseptic Beauty'(ask,verily,yer older brother).

And after 20 succinct,genre-defying minutes,it's over-almost as if everything from
acid house to 'Parklife'to Geri leaving the Spice Girls has been bypassed by one
well-timed historical glitch.

All in all,strangely beguiling.

REVIEW BY PAUL MOODY.....................(NME)