A KISS IN THE DREAMHOUSE - TOUR |
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Support acts during 1982: | ||
John Cooper Clark | ||
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December | |||
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29/12/82
- London,
Hammersmith Odeon
Intro |
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Unknown source 1982 | |||
No excuses. Me again on the Banshees. And why not? '82's drawing in, the year's best act are wrapping up their best ever year and - hell! - its the only real fun left in town. Some brief reminiscences on the run. Triumph - the only word for it. Tuesday, before a bolshie, bigoted audience, Marc and the Mambas - alias Almond and Hogan plus tapes - turned the traditionally missable support slot topsy turvy into a wigged-out, vicious cabaret. Some idiot shouts something predictably offensive. "Why don't you go play with your own insignificant little willie!" retorts Marc, revelling in reaction. "Insignificant and little - just like your brain!" He's right you know. The idea of the Mambas - even the actuality sometimes, despite teething troubles over nerve and commitment - is to expose the hallowed pop platform as a pathetic sham through adventurous informality. It's getting there. Another way of keeping the performing arts alive. Wednesday. The last date of the tour they said would never happen and the Banshees adopt the opposite approach. Haughty, magnificent, aloof; the total show, one of the very few genuine thrills left in a dying arena. I'm astonished. Budgie's a blur of blond muscle stretching even his awesome percussive capacity. Severin's sturdy yet supple, like propulsive play-dough, refusing to admit any restrictions. Smith's settled in well and beyond; the guitar parts are now his personal splintering excursions. And Siouxsie's more Siouxsie than ever tonight, the face that launched a thousand clones fully ten steps ahead of all imitators, the voice that teased a thousand rumours testing the vibrato of "Fireworks" in spite of all caution. The Banshees are the best we've got. To attempt to say why - three moments: the string trio delicately threading the poignant drip that feeds Siouxsie and Severin into "Overground" - she shrills, he shivers and suddenly, like a cloudburst Budgie's down on his kit and Smith's unleashing a hellish authority. I'm sweating. "Night Shift" is creeping and crawling through improvisational tangles towards an undecided conclusion when a staggering squall wrenches the structure to shreds and a shard of lightning slashes the night sky backdrop. Electric. An apocalyptic, celebratory encore, "Israel" - the desert sky glows red, Siouxsie's spread across the speakers like a venomous sacrifice and the audience is up. Indefinable magic. Treasured memories.
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BOOTLEGS | |||
LIVE IN LONDON |
LIVE IN LONDON |
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LIVE IN LONDON 7" SINGLE* |
OVERGROUND |
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28/12/82
- London,
Hammersmith Odeon
Fireworks |
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21/12/82 - Utrecht, MC Vredenburg | ||
20/12/82 - Nijmegen, De Vereniging | ||
19/12/82 - Groningen, Oosterport | ||
16/12/82 - Paris, Mutualite | ||
13/12/82 - Gent, Zaal Vooruit | ||
12/12/82
- Hamburg,
Markthalle
Israel Courtesy of Martin |
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10/12/82 - Frankfurt, Volksbildungsheim | ||
09/12/82 - Munich, Schwaubrau | ||
07/12/82 - Berlin, Metropole Club | ||
06/12/82 - Zeche, Bochum | ||
November | ||
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29/11/82 - London, Hammersmith Palais | ||
Sounds 1982 | ||
Well, what a strange old thing this Siouxsie business is; another year on and another night of 'ritual'. Wasn't put in the best of moods by the support duo who gave a new meaning to the word 'infinity'. The vocalist was interesting though, warbling away with a 'fishbone legacy' and sounding like a young Joe Cocker - and bits were nice in an 'epic' sorta way. Now we have a problem with Sioux. With McGeoch in hospital suffering from strain and exhaustion, Robert Smith was back depping on axe duties and good though he is, it could never match up to the original combination. The band were valiant to even attempt a show tonight - but the cracks gapped desperately wide open. So let's turn for a minute to the audience, because the main feature of the gig was its atmosphere. It was poisonous and claustrophobic. The renegades form a dozen youth cultures paraded their colours - so skin stared at shockabilly stared at hippy - an the dance went round again, seething. The hardcore fanatics leapt in the spots and greeted familiar intros with a burst of applause but after each number the response was anything but enthusiastic. As the band played, a good many people lay on the floor in apparent comas. People sat on the staircase reading programmes even as the music reached its peaks! Rarely at a rock gig have I witnessed such extremes of audience passivity and aggression walking hand in hand. And from the centre of the hardcore, a loud voice screamed "bloody appalling" at the conclusion of various songs - and no one tried to shut him up. Unfair. Embarrassing. Siouxsie swooped out of the spots, her voice sounding perilously weak at times and too often, she sang half a tone flat. The reason was simple; the flanging on both guitar and bass was so extreme, there were no root notes for her to pitch off. Poor Sioux. Poor Severin and Smith with their axes sounding like out of control police sirens! Budgie had a monitor problem(?) as well. So a fair number of beats were out-of-sync afterthoughts, but at least he made his mistakes spectacularly! Even 'Happy House' degenerated in a most peculiar way, turning inside out timewise and ending up feeling very sorry for itself by the time the last few bars rang out. Getting technical again, the PA was a botched rig, the speakers throwing the sound away in different directions like handfuls of confetti. The set had more 'Juju' than 'Dreamhouse', obviously for Smith's benefit, and it verged from plodding to showing the old brilliance stabbing back through this murk. Siouxsie has a new fragility in her voice these days - at times, hints of Marianne Faithful could be glimpsed - and that's most attractive. The new album shows what can be done, but something laid down and died tonight so I left, with feedback still howling around the auditorium even after nine numbers. A brave show but some nights even sheer magic isn't quite enough. Valac Van Der Veene |
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25/11/82 - Southampton, Gaumont Theatre | ||
24/11/82
- Southampton,
Gaumont Theatre
Obsession (Live debut) |
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22/11/82
- Manchester,
Apollo Theatre
Cocoon (Live debut) |
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21/11/82 - Manchester, Apollo Theatre | ||
19/11/82 - Scarborough, Futurist Theatre | ||
18/11/82
- Scarborough,
Futurist Theatre
Overground (Live debut with string section) |
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16/11/82 - Edinburgh, Playhouse Theatre | ||
15/11/82 - Glasgow, Apollo Theatre | ||
13/11/82
- Birmingham,
Odeon
Fireworks |
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Melody Maker 1982 | ||
As if jinxed by their own audacious self-possession, the Banshees have only to mention live performance for some bolt from the blue to singe their well-laid plans. With Siouxsie's throat scare so recently consigned to the realms of exaggeration and their antipathy towards touring duly relaxed, John McGeoch's nervous exhaustion suddenly threatened to jeopardise the deserved culmination of this, the most intensely transient period in the bands history. But, for the second time in three frantic years, enter the Cure's Robert Smith on substitute guitar and, raising a curt two fingers to grinning fate, the Banshees shouldered the challenge and set out, determined to fulfill their commitments. Opening in Brum before a young and curious crowd, they fired off the edge of their nerves, fed from the offal of first night jitters and boldly crafted Smith's underestimated embroidery into the gap left by McGeoch's missing articulacy. True, it is hard not to wince at the overcompensation of Budgies opening salvo, hard not to writhe with anxiety as the Banshees sought to tap the tension and work through the temptation to play straight and safe into the richer rewards of radical redefinition. Prepared, indeed determined, to take risks, a Banshee show never attempts a faithful translation from vinyl into flesh - they respect themselves too much for that! Rather, from string trio's giddy introduction to "Fireworks" to the locomotive menace of "Sin In My Heart", the songs are striped and stretched, unafraid to jettison the more delicate dimensions of the records for an urgent, animal insistence. Light, film, costume, gesture and sound all gel into a unique experience. Certainly, tonight I saw, heard and felt what I never have before and never will again; the ritual, compelling sinews to stretch and lips to synch along with a danger and dignity that never casts the band in the role of performing puppets, not degrades the audience into Pavlovian disciples. One or two in front of me twitched to pogo, voices were raised requesting "Love In A Void". No one got what they wanted, but no one can have left disappointed. Whether thrilled by the exquisite marriage of slides and imagery during the encore "Israel", chilled by the creeping insistence of "Night Shift" or, like me, exhilarated as the tearing clutches of "Voodoo Dolly" relaxed into a beguiling caress and then suddenly snapped into a spitting curse, the crowd stood literally spellbound as the Banshees learned a new proficiency, realised the fact and began probing further. Tonight they touched brilliance briefly - more than most bands ever do. Beware and rejoice, there's far more to come and a long way to go. Steve Sutherland |
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October | ||
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30/10/82 - Madrid, Rock Ola Club | ||
29/10/82
- Madrid,
Rock Ola Club
Israel |
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July | ||
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31/07/82
- Cornwall,
Elephant Fayre
Intro |
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Unknown source 1982 | ||
'Following the footsteps of a rag doll dance we are entranced. Spellbound' As legions of bristling spikes and glistening chains, outlandish pyramid cones and scanty leather minis are unloaded onto the stone cold slab that is Plymouth railway station, I begin to wonder why Siouxsie & The Banshees continue to inspire such blind fanaticism from a tribe they've long since outgrown. From Doncaster to Dumbfries, they've traveled in their thousands, drawn inwards on a pilgrimage to a most unholy cause. But then I realise the futility of attempting to conceptualise that instinctive hold, the natural magnetism that Siouxsie oozes. Following the mystic veil that cloaks The Banshees' calamitous wail, we are entranced. Spellbound. So let me tell you what happened at the Elephant Fayre instead. As we wander through the intricate maze of guidelines and tent pegs, the festival looks like a far more civilised affair than it's Somerset counterpart (Glastonbury). The biggest noises come from the barn dances and helter skelters of other rustic gigs (like drug tents!...). The punks and the hippies are getting on great... but will it last? At the focal point of the festival, a massive tent on the peak of a gentle hill. John Cooper Clarke digs another nail into the coffin of rock poetry as attention takes a drastic upward bent. A chapter of Hell's Angels have arrived and, they intend to make their presence known in their own inimitable fashion. The security seems haphazard to say the least, as one 'controller' said, 'The only thing we've done right all day is let the band in.' And speaking of which: 'From the cradle bars comes a beckoning voice/It sends you spinning/You have no choice.' After considerable pre-show discussion as to whether the band would be introduced as Bonnie Tyler And The Banshees, Siouxsie opens what will probably be their only UK appearance this year, in majestic form. Strutting and hopping, raucous and lacerating and flowing like liquid glass, the Banshee queen sneers and scowls at suspicions that she would be restrained. The essence of The Banshees on that metallic beauty far too much for it to be harnessed and controlled. And Sioux knows the charms of her irresistible hiss as she dances recklessly around the stage, clutching the precious microphone so close to her mouth. Dressed all in white she cuts a perverse persona. In the confines of the Fayre, all that sensationalised 'medical advise' is thrown into the Cornish wind as, at one point, she even stoops/stops to cackle hoarsely through a grin: 'I'm sorry I can't speak to you. I've lost my voice you know.' But the voice is simply a part of The Banshee spirit. Severin, McGeoch and Budgie perform their role with an equally ruthless efficiency. Severin cuts a cool, arrogant figurehead in his smart grey suit and perfectly arranged blond hair - and give him a lambretta and he'd look right at home in Quadrophenia. The bass guitarist picks out those enticing Banshee intros with an air of graceful detachment. McGeoch's pony tail swings in time as he blurts out the frenzied guitar. Budgie, you all know Budgie. Thump, Thump, Thump. The Banshees' set has changed considerably since last time I saw them - their infatuations with all things occult moving to the fore with ever-increasing steps. The magic of 'Ju Ju' blends in with the new songs and some old hits. But I ought to mention the trouble. The Banshees start up another subtle intro, the band begin that familiar low, mesmerising dance. The band speed up and the neo-pogo lunatics take control. There's nothing to do but dive out of the way as the bodies start flying. A bouncer gets attacked and uses his topless attacker as an ashtray. The 'controllers' remove a whole section of the audience through a side opening only to end up in a mass scrap outside. You've seen it all before but it isn't easy to accept. Back inside, 'Happy House' takes on a new, more insidious meaning. WE'RE ALL INSANE. What exactly are we doing here? Listening to 'Voodoo Dolly', 'Arabian Knights' and 'Spellbound' and more fireworks. Some people fainted, others decided it was time to leave. I was one of them. Who needs encores? Amrik Rai |
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BOOTLEGS | ||
ELEPHANT FAYRE |
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20/07/82 - Rome, Italy | ||
19/07/82
- Milan,
Suono Parco delle Basiliche
Intro *Televised 19/07/82 |
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June | ||
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07/06/82
- Copenhagen,
Odd Fellow
Intro |
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05/06/82 - Lund, Sweden | ||
04/06/82 - Karlshamn, Sweden | ||
03/06/82 - Jonkoping, Sweden | ||
02/06/82
- Gothenburg,
Karen
Israel |
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May | ||
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31/05/82
- Stockholm,
Gardet Sportfalt
Intro |
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30/05/82 - Karlshamn, Sweden | ||
29/05/82 - Uppsala, Sweden | ||
28/05/82
- Linkoping,
Folketspark
Overground |
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26/05/82 - Helsinki, Tavastia-klubi | ||
25/05/82
- Turku,
Konserttitalo
Intro |
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24/05/82
- Vaasan,
Cauppioppilaitos
Israel |
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23/05/82
- Umea,
Ostra Gymnasiet
Israel |
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21/05/82 - Sundsvall, Sweden | ||
20/05/82 - Karlstad, Sweden | ||
18/05/82 - Oslo, Norway | ||
April | ||
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02/04/82 - Tokyo, Yokohama | ||
01/04/82 - Tokyo, Expo Hall | ||
March | ||
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30/03/82 - Tokyo, Shibuya Kokaido | ||
29/03/82 - Tokyo, Tsubaki House | ||
26/03/82 - Hong Kong, A.C. Hall | ||
25/03/82 - Hong Kong, A.C. Hall | ||
February | ||
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20/02/82
- Amsterdam,
Meervaart
Intro *Televised 20/02/82 |
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