ECHO AND THE BUNNYMEN VS THE ATOMIC CARROTS FROM SPACE
I’m standing at the entrance to the Marble Arch Tube Station in the heart of London. I’d just stepped off the seven-hour flight from New York. I’m waiting to meet a publicist I don’t know, and then get on a bus to I-don’t-know-where. And meanwhile, hundreds of kids are pouring out of the tube station in a steady stream, all of them wearing at least one piece of khaki-colored camouflage clothing.
ECHO AND THE BUNNYMEN VS THE ATOMIC CARROTS FROM SPACE
by
Richard Grabel
I’m standing at the entrance to the Marble Arch Tube Station in the heart of London. I’d just stepped off the seven-hour flight from New York. I’m waiting to meet a publicist I don’t know, and then get on a bus to I-don’t-know-where. And meanwhile, hundreds of kids are pouring out of the tube station in a steady stream, all of them wearing at least one piece of khaki-colored camouflage clothing. Echo and the Bunnymen fans!
This was the deal. Echo and the Bunnymen were playing a “secret gig” at an undisclosed location, said gig to be filmed for future use in a feature about the group. The fans had to send in self-addressed stamped envelopes to Zoo Records, (who are also the group’s management), and receive passes back in the mail. Coaches would leave from London, Manchester and Liverpool and converge on the secret location.