ECHO & THE BUNNYMEN
Nothing ever lasts forever, but Mac and Will still summon that mysterious chemistry
SHROUDED by dry ice, Ian McCulloch is an elegantly ageless trenchcoat silhouette, leaning on the mic stand like an old pal, time’s indignities typically obscured by mystique. After all these years, it’s Will Sergeant who’s in the spotlight, his floppy shock of black hair offset by distinguished grey beard and studious spectacles. Like Daltrey and Townshend or Jagger and Richards, Echo & The Bunnymen are now reduced to this essential singer-guitarist axis: mouth almighty Mac and his silent, musically alchemical
