“As Jam winds down, I'm trying to pack in as much 80s goodness as poss. A track that still feels like all the hairs on the back of my neck stood up all at once. The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen”
As Jam winds down, I'm trying to pack in as much 80s goodness as poss. A track that still feels like all the hairs on the back of my neck stood up all at once. The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen
As all of you who indulge in my written ramblings know (yes, both of you) I am at my very core, a proggist. My formative music years, were built on a foundation of The Floyd, Tull, Crimson & Genesis, amongst others. However, at the peak of whatever powers I possess(ed) lie the Conundrum Years, or the 80s, as we all know them. If I had to select the most influential band (on me, at any rate) from that decade, those fellas who produced this quintessentially 80s number, would be at or near the top. On balance, I believe this could well be the finest pop/rock song to emerge from that decade. From the haunting keyboards, through the thrumming strings, to the self-assured, yet fragile, unmistakeable vocal of Ian McCulloch, it is nothing short of perfection. It transports me to a fine time in my life & holds particular poignancy, being the favourite song of one of my too soon, departed contemporaries. Yep, those funny old 80s. I like to think of them fondly. This does the trick, every time...