I have thousands of Vinyl from last century. My records are crammed in under the basement stairs, in the rafters of our garage, and in my basement back office of horrors.
What records do I take the time to look for and pull out to spin and burn to disk? Echo & the Bunnymen's 1981 Heaven up Here is one. Dark, driving, with Ian McCulloch's amazing vocals, and drummer Pete de Freitas unrelenting but don't stop percussion.
Echo is a 'great promise' band, with a few classics worth entry into the halls of rock, and a unique sound. Great Promise bands share these traits, giving glimpses of greatness but producing a mixed bag and not enough compared to icons who bang out years decades of work building upon greatness .
Great Promise bands are content to release albums with 'filler' songs, way below par with their best, and Echo does not escape this on Heaven Up Here. If the final track 'All I Want', simply had been left out this may have been their best, though pundits and sales figures say their 1984 'Ocean Rain' was their best.
Like re-visiting a dark lover from the past; cruel, purple bags under the eyes, and delicious, Heaven Up Here is a pulsing dark loneliness I love to visit. My kids and wife hate it, that's also a good sign, and I'm forced to listen when commuting. Its dark, delicious, too rich chocolate you can't have often. Just a treat now and then....
"All My Colours"
Flying
And I know I'm not coming down
You're trying
But you know you must soon go down
All my colours turn to clouds
All my colours turn to clouds
Zimbo...
What d'you say
When your heart's in pieces?
How d'you play
Those cards in sequence?
That box you gave me burned nicely
That box you gave me burned nicely
Zimbo...
Flying down
Flying down
All my colours turn to clouds...
Hey, I've flown away
Hey, I'm blown away
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Echo and the Bunnymen have reformed ( 3 of the 4, Pete de Freitas was killed in a motorcycle accident), and they are selling out shows like the Royal Albert Hall this September, 2008, and close to releasing a new album. Tells me other old farts have been dusting off this vinyl in secret, under the stairs, like me.
Barney Moran
Grateful Word