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Spare us the clutter – Disastrous Glasgow show for Echo and the Bunnymen

There is often a very thin line between being extremely cool and an enduring cocksocket, and it seems that it’s one Ian McCulloch has crossed lately.  Echo and the Bunnymen were in town to play a greatest hits set and their supposedly seminal 80s album Ocean Rain. It was, in the parlance, a shambles.

McCulloch was drunk and spent most of the set ranting at the band who, to be fair, were all over the place by all accounts. After several attempts at a comedy Scottish accent, he apologized for his behavior saying he’d ‘had a bit of bad news’. Crowd sympathy was in short supply when he announced that said bad news was that he’d been presented with a birthday cake, but that it was a chocolate cake. He doesn’t like chocolate cake, see.

Yup, agreed – twat.

Wild rock and roll behavior often translates to acting like an arsehole. That isn’t new. But there is a world of difference between doing it when you are young and doing it in your fifties.  And there certainly isn’t any excuse when you are charging £40 a throw for it.

And who were the audience? Scenesters? Corporate hangers-on? Journalists? No, these were die-hards, people who’d followed the band for years. Because, for all the affectations of McCulloch et al, Echo and the Bunnymen just aren’t a big deal. If you grew up in the 90s they were just a sad old band who popped up at festivals looking like your dad playing fairly 80s sounding dreary pish. They have had virtually no influence outwith their initial run of success. Compared to contemporaries like The Smiths, they mean nothing.

It’s the disrespect that annoys, as well as McCulloch in general. That’s he’s a bit of a prat is unarguable – but to show up in the shape he did last night, at this stage of the game, is unforgivable.

Good riddance to bad rubbish, and when he struggles to sell out a phone box on his next return to Glasgow, he might wish to reflect on why.

Oh, and take the sunglasses off Ian – age should be handled gracefully.


4 Responses

  1. oooo whereabouts were they playing me and adrian mole (being 80s relics) went a good few years back to see them if i remember rightly they were on ok form that nightxxx

  2. he was a twat at Wickerman too. He actually had a roadie summoned onstage to light his fag.

  3. Oh, that is bad. That’s not forgivable at all!

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