BBC Review
Big hair, raincoats and a load of camouflage chic...the post-punk era's defining...
Chris Jones2007
Forged in the white-hot peer group pressure cooker of Liverpoolās Ericās Club scene, Echo and The Bunnymen were part of that vanguard that went beyond punkās three chord straightjacket to define what would be termed āPost Punkā. With Ian McCulloch as a former member of the legendary āCrucial Threeā axis that also gave the world Julian Copeās Teardrop Explodes and Pete Wylieās Wah! Heat, it was the Bunnymen who were first to win the contracts and gain the plaudits. To this day Crocodiles almost single-handedly defines what it meant to be young and impossibly cool on Merseyside.
Mixing punkās stripped-down aesthetic with a love of both the Velvets and a whole host of psychedelic icons from the Doors to Love, the band had already made waves on Bill Drummondās Zoo label with āPictures On My Wallā. But at this point they were a three-piece with only a drum machine to back up their neo-psych vision. Enter Pete De Freitas, a one man powerhouse, perfectly matched to Les Pattinsonās indefatigable bass runs and suddenly they were ready for world domination.
Three weeks at Rockfield studios in Wales saw the group define their sound further, with Will Sergeantās guitar joining the new wave hall of fame (alongside say, John McGeoch) in its ability to be both far-out and avoid any rock clichĆ©s at any cost. From the chiming intro of āRescueā to the the squall of āHappy Death Menā it redefined what could be done with electricity.
On top of all this was McCullochās sombre, plaintive voice; a cosmic lounge style that owed plenty to Jim Morrison but also was perfect at delivering his lyrics filled with achingly romantic surrealism. āVilliers Terraceā uses such oblique poetry to give a perfect description of the hometown scene at the time. āThereās people rolling round on the carpet, mixing up the medicineā, indeed.
All this was aided by nascent scene-maker Drummond and Teardrops associate, Dave Balfeās co-production as āthe Chameleonsā. Spacey enough to match the chemical intake (though McCulloch always claimed they preferred a simple bevvy), it still retained the garage aesthetic that never allowed the band to lapse into self-indulgence. Crocodiles still sounds as fresh as the day it hit the shelves. The bandās sound would become larger, grander and lusher, but everything you need to love about them is right hereā¦



