Wednesday, 19 January 2000
Tystion in session for John Peel
Sunday, 27 July 1997
Super Furry Animals / The Fall at Cooper’s Field, Cardiff
The support bill featured The Fall, bringing their characteristically uncompromising post‑punk energy to the stage—a surprise element for many, but a perfect foil to SFA’s evolving sound.
Radiator, due out just a matter of weeks later, echoed live in the way vintage synths met driving guitars—woven through Gruff Rhys’ expressive delivery and the subtle psychedelia that would go on to define the album’s legacy.
Posters and flyers distributed before the show featured familiar artwork and bold block letters, announcing Cooper’s Field as the epicentre for a Welsh music milestone. Meanwhile, scrawled memories from those in attendance recall a night that felt both pioneering and warmly rooted in SFA’s hardcore Cardiff following.
This show would go down not just as a local anthem but as a turning point—signalling the rise of Radiator-era SFA and reaffirming Cardiff as ground zero for Welsh alternative creativity.
Monday, 14 April 1997
Review: Dial M for Merthyr
The Welsh music scene has been bubbling away for a while now, and Dial M for Merthyr, released this month through Fierce Panda in association with Townhill Records, attempts to bottle that momentum in one ambitious compilation. Spanning 21 tracks from a mix of rising hopefuls and already-established names, it’s both a sampler and a statement: Wales is producing guitar bands at an impressive rate, and this record wants to prove it. Well, OK South Wales (we don't up here unless you're Melys).
The compilation feels less like a carefully polished “best of” and more like a snapshot of a scene still finding its shape. There’s a certain rough-and-ready energy running through the record—what one might fairly call a dose of guitar-led lunacy from bands that are still young, still experimenting, and still eager to be heard. That looseness works in the album’s favour. Instead of a tidy narrative, the listener gets a burst of regional creativity that feels immediate and alive.
Part of the attraction is the presence of bands already making serious waves beyond Wales. Tracks from Manic Street Preachers, Stereophonics, and Catatonia lend the compilation a sense of credibility and draw, but they’re only part of the story. Alongside them are artists such as 60ft Dolls, Helen Love, and Dub War, bands whose sounds range from brash indie-pop to heavier alternative rock. That contrast between the familiar and the lesser-known gives the record its real purpose: discovery.
The Manics’ early contribution “Strip It Down” will inevitably draw attention, but it’s the variety across the compilation that keeps things interesting. There are bursts of jangly pop, flashes of punkish aggression, and plenty of straightforward guitar-driven indie rock. Rather than presenting a single “Welsh sound,” the album reveals just how diverse the country’s music scene has become.
What Dial M for Merthyr ultimately captures is a moment. Wales—hardly the largest music-producing nation in Britain—is suddenly turning out a remarkable number of bands capable of attracting national attention. This compilation brings them together in one place, not as a definitive collection but as evidence of a thriving local movement that seems to be gathering speed.
Like most compilations, it’s uneven in places, and not every track demands repeated listening. But that’s almost beside the point. Dial M for Merthyr works best as a document of a scene in motion: scrappy, ambitious, and bursting with potential.
For anyone curious about where the next wave of British guitar music might be coming from, this record makes a strong case for looking west.
Wednesday, 7 August 1996
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.
Monday, 5 August 1996
ECTOGRAM release I Can’t Believe It’s Not Reggae
(The actual release date is a bit sketchy - I have it as today, other sources state 1st July - but I'm always right, so the rest of you can all fuck off)
(N.M.E., 20.07.96)
ANKST 069
Thursday, 4 August 1994
Valstumps release Cadwyn EP at Neath Eisteddfod
After this they disbanded and went off to college.
