Following their more psychedelia-based debut, Crocodiles, and subsequent "Puppet" single, Echo & the Bunnymen returned in 1981 with the darkest and perhaps most experimental album of their career.
Heaven Up Here lacks the signature hooks and melodies that would make the Bunnymen famous, showcasing instead an intensity and dirge-like songwriting approach built around the circular rhythms of bassist Les Pattinson and drummer Pete DeFreitas. Perhaps this is why the latter day bunnymen fail so miserably
In this setting, the band remarkably flourishes. Its strength is the way in which the Bunnymen seamlessly work together to shape each song's dynamics. The Chemistry between these four pretenders to the thrown was second to non. It was a time when the band gelled as a unit like nio time before or after.
It was a time of adolescent beauty, wonder and self discovery on Largely uncharted territory
Ian McCulloch, having found his trademark confidence, sings effortlessly with soaring abandon and passion throughout the album.
Similarly, Will Sergeant's guitar playing, notably freed from verse-chorus structure and pop riffs, is at its angular finest.
The message underneath that darkness, especially in McCulloch's cyrtic lyrics, is a call to overcome rather than wallow.
This a euphoric album the like you will never hear again. Sitting comfortably next to the pioneering work of contemporaries like Joy Division and a legion of simmilar bands such as The Sound, Chameleons, Comsat Angles and Cure, this is a rather fine -- and in the end, influential -- example of atmospheric post-punk.
Its Strange that the new Bunny Army who mostly consist of Post Reformation Rabbits, Ride on the tails of the demise of brit pop do neither appreaciate or understand this phase of Bunnymen Magic.
This is a time when the Bunnymen did everything on thier own terms, refusing to compromise at the cost of internation fame and fortune. Had the bunnymen talen a different route history would paint a diffent story.
This is a time when the show were a experience like no other and no other could match. The gigs were intense and the energy pulsated stronger than a herat beat. There was a sense of camaraderie betwen the band road crew and fans, as hundreds of apocalyptic youths would decend upon unsuspecting obscure venues.
This was the age of the bunnyman, This was their Time, This is their Legacy