| Guardian |
'Let's go fucking mental,' urge the Peth, and their gonzo attitude is infectious. It doesn't hinder their cause that their defining slogan is carried by an infectious, nagging punk riff and a soaring chorus sung in the high, sly and insinuating accents of the patented Welsh pop style. Put me down for some of that menthol, sir. The Peth The Golden Mile Strangetown £11.99 2008 Formed by Super Furry Animals drummer Dafydd Ieuan along with Rhys Ifans and Welsh rock stalwarts such as Dic Deryn of Elfyn Presley, the Peth (the Thing) are presented as a pub idea or a famous actor's vanity project, but The Golden Mile is more substantial: a very well-made rock record of perfect length (about 45 minutes) and contradictory catharsis. The opener 'Half a Brain' begins with a slow shuffle with unison voices, then ups the intensity with squalling guitars, letting Rhys Ifans take over: 'If you could only put your mind to something/ If you could only do half your drinking/ Don't fucking bother me, I've had enough and I'm going home.' He doesn't sound petulant, just sad and wise enough to acknowledge his own folly....full text |
| Musicomh |
| On paper, The Peth are destined for failure. Generally speaking, and a few minor hits aside, attempts by actors to pursue the musical realm have bordered on embarrassing, with little to no contribution being made to the genre unlucky enough to harbor their ill-advised endeavors. Throw in some relationship drama covered ad nauseam by the tabloid press, and corresponding portrayal as a cliché celebrity on track for implosion and you are, from a musical perspective, asking for trouble. Tell that to Rhys Ifans, possessor of a BAFTA award and recently broken heart. He more than gets by with a little help from, among others, some old mates. They, in turn, happen to be central figures in one of the more prolific and idiosyncratic rock acts in the modern music era - namely, Super Furry Animals....full text |
| Yahoo |
| Rhys Ifans started life in the public eye as quite a promising prospect. His comical role in lo-fi indie flick "Twin Town" secured him enough praise and recognition that he was soon larging it alongside Hollywood's quintessential Brit Hugh Grant in "Notting Hill". Following his rather public relationship and break-up with fellow thespian/wooden plank (delete where appropriate) Sienna Miller, Ifans has without a doubt become a household name. But now it seems the glitz and glamour of the acting game has had its day, as Ifans skulks back into the mire of rock'n'roll - he often likes to cite the fact he was in the original line-up of Super Furry Animals. Of course, what he fails to mention is that this was before Super Furry Animals were actually any good. Which brings us to The Peth, the Welsh for The Thing. The core of the group consisting of Ifans, SFA drummer Dafydd Ieuan, Psycho VII's Dic Ben, Kris Jenkins and Mick Hilton. Live, they're accompanied by a further five waifs and strays who bundle together to make and relay tried, tested and tired, testosterone-fuelled psychedelic rock'n'roll. Think Happy Mondays crossed with Oasis, chewed-up and distastefully spat out by The Furries and you'd be somewhere close to figuring out what The Peth are trying to do....full text |
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'Let's go fucking mental,' urge the Peth, and their gonzo attitude is infectious. It doesn't hinder their cause that their defining slogan is carried by an infectious, nagging punk riff and a soaring chorus sung in the high, sly and insinuating accents of the patented Welsh pop style. Put me down for some of that menthol, sir.