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Echo & The Bunnymen
The Fountain

Ocean Rain Records (2009) Sean K.

Echo & The Bunnymen – The Fountain cover artwork
Echo & The Bunnymen – The Fountain — Ocean Rain Records, 2009

New record from the band blasts off with the first single "Think I Need It Too" and doesn't look back. Will Sergeant's guitar is prominent throughout, and Ian's vocals still impress after all these years. "Do You Know Who I Am?" may be the hardest rocker on this collection, with driving drums powering the song along. But the quieter moments will make more imprints on the listener after a few plays. Check the title track for a reference, Sergeant's guitar swirls around McCulloch's vocals like the Ocean Rain days of old. But this is a band that is always moving forward, so hop on board and go for a pleasant ride.

8.0 / 10Sean K. • September 2, 2010

Echo & The Bunnymen – The Fountain cover artwork
Echo & The Bunnymen – The Fountain — Ocean Rain Records, 2009

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