02 Academy, Leeds
The frontman struggled to get through most of the band’s choruses but that left space for Will Sergeant’s glorious psychedelic shapes and a supportive sing along
Ian McCulloch once cheekily described the Bunnymen as “the greatest band in the world, the greatest songs in the history of time and the greatest singer”, although you’d be hard pushed to find evidence of the latter at this show. Things begin promisingly enough with the darkly powerful Going Up and All That Jazz from 1980’s Crocodiles, the first of the terrific four-album run which blended psychedelia, post-punk and classic songwriting to turn the Liverpudlians into one of most hallowed bands of the decade.
However, the singer seems to be suddenly irritated by the bass sound, and grows increasingly tetchy as he jabs a finger towards an amplifier and summons a crew member on stage. After starting the gig standing tall in trademark shades and overcoat, McCulloch then requests a stool and remains perched on it for the rest of the night, sipping and mumbling incoherently between songs. At 66, the singer can’t be expected to hit the notes he did aged 22, but he doesn’t attempt the choruses of Bring on the Dancing Horses, leaving them to the crowd before abruptly leading the band offstage.
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