Echo and the Bunnymen have essentially lived off the critical acclaim of one album, but as brilliant as Ocean Rain may have been, Ian McCulloch has yet to write anything that comes even close to rivaling his 1984 magnum opus “The Killing Moon”.
The Fountain begins much like it ends, with a whimper.
Opening track “I Think I Need It Too” has the same generic mass appeal of every U2 and Coldplay song ever written, but lacks the social relevancy needed to inspire anyone under the age of 50.
“Shroud of Turin” is almost as unimpressive as its real world counterpart, as a beleaguered McCulloch questions the many limitations of a supposed omnipresent being, “Never happens when you want it to/Never does what it’s supposed to do/It’s never good enough to see me through.”
