Two major bands came out of Liverpool in the early eighties. Teardrop Explodes and Echo and the Bunnymen. I was firmly in the Teardrop Explodes camp. The Bunnymen were a little too pretentious for me. But looking back it was the age of pretension and they were all as bad as each other. Nevertheless, my opinions about them changed dramatically with this slice of heavenly pop. From the Eastern strings that open the record to the psychedelic and almost Beatlish tone that runs throughout it just never stops. Banging along like a train.
This made a popular single to put on at just about every nightclub I played at. And through massive speakers like the ones we had in the first few years of the Lizard Lounge, it was totally massive. I think it was an old band PA stack that had been left behind. It had been a country rock venue before we took over. I saw a few bands there. Put The Cutter through those and you were transported. Forget the sticky carpet and the dingy atmosphere The Cutter put you somewhere else. I never had a clue what the song was about though.
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