There was a lot of Liverpool around in 1984. The last hits of that whole wonderful first wave of Eric's bands. Bunnymen, Teardrops. The bands they inspired in turn. The Icicle Works had their joy, fun and seasons in the sun this year and it was a marvellous thing to behold and cheer them on.
Sure Ian McNabb came across sometimes as McCulloch and Cope's over exuberant younger brother and over egged the pudding on virtually every track on their eponymous debut album. But they were truly joyous tunes at the same time and the three piece Icicles kicked like a herd of asses on acid.
They played songs that sounded like the way you felt when you first started noticing girls. That mushy wonderful feeling in your tummy that inspired you to write ctruly horrible poetry. Love is a Wonderful Colour was their big hit. They should have had others. But at least they had this one. If you look up the word 'wonder' in your dictionaries you'll find a picture of the sleeve of this record.
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