*PreOrder: This is a preorder item. Orders including this product will not ship until winter 2021.

The first authorized written history of Echo and the Bunnymen by and about a member of the band. Available for pre-order now. On sale in the USA winter 2021. 

“Will Sergeant is a true original.” — Robert Smith, The Cure

“Will Sergeant is a sonic master of the universe.” – Courtney Love

This is the true story of one small boy, me, Will Sergeant, navigating the 60’s and 70’s, a woolly-back (hick) spawned one drunken night on the outskirts of a Nazi pocked and battered Liverpool, growing up with the spectre of WW2 still creeping about most adults padlocked minds. I trudge on into a piss wet 1970s, just as the pustules of teenage years approach popping point. It is a heady time of power cuts, strikes, flying pickets, bread shortages, skinhead gangs, IRA bomb scares, nuclear war fears, rock gigs, glam clothes, drowned motorbikes, explosives, dead-end jobs and the usual school lessons of chicken strangulation. With the help of music, I manage to navigate myself through the sinking sand of prog rock and into safety of punk. My boots still muddy with a bad attitude, I head into the winter of discontent to become a post-punk trailblazer worshipped all over the world as a god. Well? An inventive and influential guitarist of some note at the very least.

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Will Sergeant

Bunnyman: Post-War Kid to Post-Punk Guitarist of Echo and the Bunnymen

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*PreOrder: This is a preorder item. Orders including this product will not ship until winter 2021.

The first authorized written history of Echo and the Bunnymen by and about a member of the band. Available for pre-order now. On sale in the USA winter 2021. 

“Will Sergeant is a true original.” — Robert Smith, The Cure

“Will Sergeant is a sonic master of the universe.” – Courtney Love

This is the true story of one small boy, me, Will Sergeant, navigating the 60’s and 70’s, a woolly-back (hick) spawned one drunken night on the outskirts of a Nazi pocked and battered Liverpool, growing up with the spectre of WW2 still creeping about most adults padlocked minds. I trudge on into a piss wet 1970s, just as the pustules of teenage years approach popping point. It is a heady time of power cuts, strikes, flying pickets, bread shortages, skinhead gangs, IRA bomb scares, nuclear war fears, rock gigs, glam clothes, drowned motorbikes, explosives, dead-end jobs and the usual school lessons of chicken strangulation. With the help of music, I manage to navigate myself through the sinking sand of prog rock and into safety of punk. My boots still muddy with a bad attitude, I head into the winter of discontent to become a post-punk trailblazer worshipped all over the world as a god. Well? An inventive and influential guitarist of some note at the very least.