The Furs were the first English "psychedelic revival" band to visit the States and on that tour last year caused a stir in most of the 30 cities they played. This, their second album, suggests that while the Furs and their ilk may not be sable, they aren't squirrel either. "Beautiful chaos," the band has called its music, and the term fits. It stems from a confluence of harder '60s sources—the Velvet Underground and Iggy and the Stooges rather than the Doors and the Jefferson Airplane. Though Richard Butler's lyrics are hardly more focused than an old amoeba-blob light show, the guitars of John Ashton and Roger Morris generate a thrilling harmonic vortex whose calm center is Butler's Bowie-like delivery of the group's subtle, mordant melodies. Duncan Kilburn's tenor sax roughens the textures to good effect. The Furs are still a young band, in the best sense: They want to dazzle the world with the urgency of their vision, and they're gaining the skills to do it.