Super Furry Animals give away their single

On 7 August 1996, something quietly historic unfolded in the small Carmarthenshire village of Cross Hands. In a modest venue—the Gwernllwyn Club—Welsh psych-pop trailblazers Super Furry Animals handed out a gift to those lucky enough to attend: a free, exclusive 7″ vinyl single titled “(Nid) Hon Yw’r Gân Sy’n Mynd I Achub Yr Iaith.” Translated, the title means “(This Is Not) The Song That Will Save the Language.”

It was never intended as a commercial release. Only 500 copies were ever pressed, and they were given away—no fanfare, no press circus, just a one-night-only gesture to fans who had followed the band to the heart of rural Wales. And yet, almost three decades on, this short and sharp blast of Welsh-language punk has become one of the band’s most prized rarities. A collector’s gem. A cultural curio. A time capsule of 90s Wales.

What makes this moment so special isn’t just its scarcity, but what it represents. Super Furry Animals had already begun carving out a space for themselves in British music with their debut album Fuzzy Logic. But where many acts from Wales rode the Cool Cymru wave in English, the Furries doubled down on their heritage. They weren’t afraid to be weird, wild, and wonderfully Welsh.

The song’s title itself is disarmingly honest, even self-effacing. In a period of Welsh cultural revival, when language politics were bubbling up through art, activism, and identity, the band sidestepped grandiosity. This wasn’t the song to save the Welsh language—it probably wouldn’t change anything. But it mattered anyway. It was a middle finger to linguistic fatalism, wrapped in fuzzed-out riffs and howled slogans. A defiant little anthem that told you everything about the band’s ethos.

If “If You Don’t Want Me to Destroy You” was the smooth-talking single released to the masses later that year, then “(Nid) Hon…” was its scrappy, homegrown cousin—raw, regional, and real. It’s fitting that it was only heard (and held) by a few hundred people in a working men’s club in Dyfed.

And maybe that’s the point. Some songs are meant for stadiums, others for streaming. But once in a while, a song finds its home in a room filled with shared air and shared heritage. For one night in 1996, Super Furry Animals didn’t try to save the Welsh language—they just celebrated it. Loudly. Joyfully. On their own terms.

And for those who still have that 7″ tucked away on a shelf, it’s more than a record. It’s a reminder that some of the most revolutionary moments in music don’t happen in the spotlight—they happen at the fringes, in places like Cross Hands, carried by those who were lucky enough to be there.