I love Echo & The Bunnymen’s self-titled 1987 album almost as much as I love their 1984 masterpiece Ocean Rain, but the self-titled is the one I have on vinyl, so here we are. Let’s talk about it.
In 1987, I wanted to be Baby in Dirty Dancing. My best friend, Esmeralda and I played mixed cassette tapes on the boom box in the garage and danced. I had permed strawberry blonde hair, freckles, rolled jeans, and I was going to be a dancer.
If you had told Teenage-Me that Adult-Me would end up liking so many songs from the 1980s, Teenage-Me would have declared Adult-Me extremely lame. Or whatever dismissive term I might have been using in the mid-’90s. Not cool, anyhow. Somewhat unsurprisingly, I no longer care whether or not I’m very cool, so let the singalong […]