"A playful, hefty romp through folk, blues, and plain old rock'n'roll, Perpetual Motion People marks Furman's first release with London imprint Bella Union. It's his third solo LP, but it matches tempos more closely with Mysterious Power, his 2011 release with his old band the Harpoons. Throughout his catalog, Furman has penned plenty of songs about his struggles with mental illness and self-destruction, and Perpetual Motion People continues that theme with tracks like "Haunted Head" and "Can I Sleep in Your Brain?". It also breaches identity and politics and love and loneliness, and the inherent instability of each." --Pitchfork
"Furman is an extremely deft lyricist. When the songs take on social issues, gender-based or otherwise, you never feel hectored or lectured. Pot Holes takes the kind of breezily primitive rock’n’roll Jonathan Richman would deploy on a joyous song about milkshakes or baseball, and welds it to a witheringly funny blast at Chicago’s racial divides. The snarling yet gleeful Body Was Made is a kind of inverse image of the dysmorphic misery found on Antony and the Johnsons’ I Am a Bird Now." --Guardian UK
"A playful, hefty romp through folk, blues, and plain old rock'n'roll, Perpetual Motion People marks Furman's first release with London imprint Bella Union. It's his third solo LP, but it matches tempos more closely with Mysterious Power, his 2011 release with his old band the Harpoons. Throughout his catalog, Furman has penned plenty of songs about his struggles with mental illness and self-destruction, and Perpetual Motion People continues that theme with tracks like "Haunted Head" and "Can I Sleep in Your Brain?". It also breaches identity and politics and love and loneliness, and the inherent instability of each." --Pitchfork
"Furman is an extremely deft lyricist. When the songs take on social issues, gender-based or otherwise, you never feel hectored or lectured. Pot Holes takes the kind of breezily primitive rock’n’roll Jonathan Richman would deploy on a joyous song about milkshakes or baseball, and welds it to a witheringly funny blast at Chicago’s racial divides. The snarling yet gleeful Body Was Made is a kind of inverse image of the dysmorphic misery found on Antony and the Johnsons’ I Am a Bird Now." --Guardian UK
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