SONGS THAT SAVED MY LIFE #11 - WON'T YOU COME ON DOWN TO MY...
My unadulterated love of music in (nearly) all of its many diverse forms has guided me through some dark and lonely times, whether indulging or lifting me out of them, and no bands music has quite done it like that of Echo & The Bunnymen. That slightly mystical touch of "otherness" that their best songs have, expressing itself through the holler and croon of Ian McCulloch and his unusual, often opaque lyrics that simultaneously manage to be bleak, self-doubting, and dark yet all the time reaching for the heavens: the angular, scything, resolutely anti-rock guitar playing of Will Sergeant, eschewing traditional chords and guitar solos in a endless quest to see what sounds he could tease from his instrument: and, in their first incarnation, the elastic, inventive and fucking GROOVY bass and drums of, respectively, Les Pattinson and the late Pete de Freitas. Nothing they've done since, together or apart, has ever topped that. My first introduction to the Bunnymen was