In 2016, Lush, not the soap shop, reunited to play a series of live shows, with Manchester set to be the first in April. Unfortunately this show was delayed, and the Manchester show in November ended up becoming the last show, with bassist Phil King (pictured above, to the left, the far left) already long gone. Hello Lush, goodbye Lush, sweetness and light never lasts long.
After Brix Smith and the Extricated finished playing their blend of The Fall meets… The Fall, ‘Hip Priest’ being the secret best performance of the night, Lush arrived on stage for one last dream. Miki and Emma stood as far apart as they possibly could, with Justin Welch and bassist replacement Michael Conroy huddled together at the back, almost as if nobody really wanted to be there. Maybe its a shoegaze thing?
The music closed this feeling of disconnection between band members and the crowd however, with ‘De-Luxe’ beginning the gaze which washed over the audience better than any bath bomb could. It was beautiful, it was nostalgic (even I have memories of Lush from the 90’s, with the album ‘Lovelife’ forever being the soundtrack to my school journeys), and it was final.
Despite comments from Miki on Michael being a better bass player than Phil, and mutterings of making a nuclear bunker out of unsold Lush merchandise, the music stuck to dreaming, with ‘Desire Lines’ being perhaps one of the greatest shoegaze drones of forever, even amongst all those feedback driven beauties floating about in the fuzz loving genre. My Bloody Valentine may drown you in sound, but Lush instead lets you ride the noise pop wave. Just a shame comments made in between each wave kind made the tides a little rough.
All dreams must come to an end, and they never seem to end as you’d expect, it’s the lack of total control that does it. But in a year Lush accomplished a lot. They re-released all their old material, put out a new EP, and played their best to new and old fans alike for the first time in twenty years. For the band and those who listen, who can really dream for much better than that?
Well, maybe they could go and officially rename ‘Lady Killers’ to ‘Pussy Grabbers’ as suggested…