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And then there was Siouxsie and the
Banshees, fastidious, burnt out children of the night who prayed, bled and
frosted into view just as punk was making a name for itself, so that for a
while it seemed as if they were a punk group, inarticulate and messy, riled and
random. They were beyond punk, beyond labelling, even as they were
playing punk venues and supporting punk groups with an urgent, noisy commitment
to expressing their idea of style that to early witnesses seemed as punk, as
untutored, angry and unruly as anything.
In fact, as soon as they began to make noise, to look out/into/through an audience, they had rich, complicated ideas about what their antecedents were and where they were going to take those influences, if only temporarily. Only some of these influences were musical. And only some of these musical influences were standard punk influences. This group didn't come into punk from a garage filled with craggy, blunt riffs and rhythms that had influenced The Who and The Stones as much as The Clash and The Damned. This group adored the free floating apprehension of Can, the glossy spookiness of The Doors, the wholesome sleaziness of Sparks, the haunted mechanical emptiness of Neu and the perverse grace of The Velvet Underground. They were obsessive music fans who read Poe and Burroughs and knew all about Fellini and Warhol. Products of an advanced, industrialised post-imperial society in serious 1970s decline, they found their immediate purpose in art, entertainment and the kind of communal activity that photographs suggest is merely all posing, lusting and fancy dress. It's a little bit that, but also a little bit some kind of pursuit of freedom, of the future. The group, as fans, and then amazingly as performers themselves, were interested in remaking the world as a beautiful combination of Liza Minelli's Cabaret, David Bowie's shape shifting bravado, Kubrick's Clockwork Orange, Kraftwerk's aloof electric audacity, Phllip C Dick's excited, contaminated brain, Nico's plangent delirium. They wanted to make entertainment for boys and girls who dressed a little different and liked de Sade as much as Bolan, Hieronymous Bosch as much as Patti Smith. The Banshees had chaotically formed around Susan Janet Ballion and Steven Bailey who were pretty much the very first followers of the Sex Pistols, the ones that clapped the Pistols first rum, clumsy noises in student halls while everyone else jeered, moved as far away from the stage as possible, and wondered what the joke was. Susan and Steven got the Pistols joke, and also appreciated the sources, and sore sensationalism. They loved the way the group looked and moved, careless and glorious, indifferent and intense, closer to theatre than the dreary denim man rock of the time, close enough to sinning saintly Iggy to make them feel at home, in a homeless sort of way. They travelled in from empty, isolated and isolating places at the soft, suburban edge of London, seduced by the capsized city, the creatures who came alive in the gay clubs that stayed open all night. They were part of a group of friends too quickly tagged the Bromley Contingent. They dressed up as a shield against the mundane, as a refuse from the everyday which led merely to the everyday, donned sexy, anti-social armour as if they were the result of a chance collision between Artonin Artuad's defiant despair, Marlene Dietrich's abrasive purity and Roxy Music's tart, vain tragi-comedy. The dressed extremely, sometimes controversially, for fun, to provoke, to make it clear they had unusual things on their mind. Then they realised that because of the clothes they wore other people, who can be hell at any time of the night or day, were keeping their distance. This had its advantages for Susan, who had decided whilst growing up in a household constantly on the edge of frightening breakdown that things could be better if you kept yourself to yourself. If you kept yourself to yourself and then simultaneously drew attention to yourself by wearing fishnet tights, transparent aprons and cut open bras, then the tension this produced made life a little more interesting than it might otherwise be. Grubby broadcaster Bill Grundy tried to chat up the mischievous, mysterious Susan when she joined the surly Sex Pistols as fan and friend on a sensation seeking tea time tv show. It was like watching Richard Nixon fancying his chances with Susan Sontag or Eartha Kitt. Their first guerilla performance, outrageous and useless, where they were conceived and aborted, born and raised, heard and hated, bored and stunned, where they wished to do what they were doing at that moment, was at Malcolm McLaren's 100 Club Punk Festival in September 1976. Abba's Dancing Queen was number one. That had taken over 6 weeks of Elton and Kikki's Don't Go Breaking My Heart which had taken over from something despicable by Demis Roussos. At this point Sid Vicious, then the shy John Ritchie, was a part of what was a kind of collective of freaks, loners and outcasts running away to some kind of circus. They had decided in the days before the show, where they were somewhere between not existing at all and existing, when they had no songs, that they would ruin some old song, by the Beatles, or the Bay City Rollers. Their performance, which lasted about 20 trashed minutes, included bits of debris from the various members imagination - Twist and Shout, Smoke on the Water, bits of the Lord's Prayer trapped in Susan's head after years of reciting and rejecting it in school assembly, all of it strangled, skinned and set on fire. "The intention was to play one number until they threw us off stage, but they never did. We got bored before then. It was meant to be our 15 minutes of fame, but it ended up lasting for years and years, which just goes to show how addictive dressing up and making noise for a living can be." Then came The Clash, who were altogether much more straightforward. Susan would become Siouxsie Sioux, because she hated cowboys, and because she was going to fight anyone who tried to take away her land, her space, her mind, her body. She would ride a galloping horse bare back into the complacent faces of those who doubted her talent and vision. She would shoot arrows straight into the heart of their blank contempt. She sang like there was no fluffy pink in the world, like it was obviously her job to defile sacred cows. She sang with a heightened awareness of the society around her, as if she refused to break down and cry whatever the pressure, as if she knew more than anyone alive about the sadistic and masochistic relations between men and women, as if every song she sang was a magic mirror that reflected some aspect of her intimate inner life, as if she was just beginning to explain how disappointed she'd been as a child, as if she wanted to turn her enemies into stone. It was menacingly seductive. Steven was first Havoc, because Johnny was Rotten, but then he was Severin, which had a richer, more pungent scent, because of the Velvet Underground's Venus In Furs, the title of which was taken from Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's 1870 novel. This features the lonely intellectual and masochist Severin. He played the bass like he'd finally found out what to do with the drama in his life. 1977 started with four weeks of David Soul at number one. They were the Banshees because of the Vincent Price film Cry of the Banshee, a film they watched a few days before the 100 Club show. It's very loosely based on some Edgar Allan Poe themes of persecution and revenge. Price plays Lord Edward Whittman, a sadistic local magistrate in 16th century England looking for witches to torture and burn. At the end of the film he's carried off to hell in a stage coach. The pop charts, Radio 1 and Top of the Pops seemed light years away when Siouxsie and the Banshees played their first shows as a quartet in early 1977. Steven and Sioux were joined by the delicate looking Kenny Morris, who pounded the drums like he was trying to call up the dead and introduce them to the living, and other worldly John McKay, who played guitar like he was cutting up reality and piecing it back together in an unexpected way. The new group played with such ruthless determination, and the straightest of pale, drawn faces, as if they could freeze time with their paranoid splendour. They played music that from their very early days achieved Siouxsie and Severin's dream of splicing the Velvet Underground with the shower scene from Psycho. I saw them play their tenth gig in Manchester in May 1977 just before Rod Stewart reached number one with I Don't Want To Talk About It. This was punk like Yoko Ono was punk, or Thelonius Monk, or J.G. Ballard. They played upstairs in a small pub, The Oaks, Siouxsie, possessed by herself, dressed to kill, glorious from top to toe, furiously female, dead alive, had the best hair I'd ever seen, hair that glamorously, dangerously cut through the plain air around her. It was all part of a mask that promised that this was a definite magic occasion. She was sensationally two feet in front of me, and so far away, like she was lost inside a world of secret knowledge, her painted eyes sad, desperate and fearless. Look at me. Stay away. Look at me. Don't touch. She marched on the spot as if the stage was an iced over sea. It all seemed in some kind of entertaining, exultant sight of T.Rex, but made up in some other apocalyptic dimension. He legs kicked high above her head sending chips of icy vividness flashing through the air. An occasional smile, or sneer, played lightly, darkly, around her dazzling lips. She issued a series of shocking war cries and chased away demons. She calmly, frantically sang about the worse calamities imaginable with a face that gave nothing away other than that she was singing these songs that were committed to locating terror and transforming reality. Her spectacular haughtiness knew no bounds. McKay's bloody, stripped chords were somewhere between severe and severed. Severin, ghostly white, used the bass to produce huge black drops of liquid. Morris serenely, sternly thumped his kit with a kind of aggressive tentativeness. Somehow it all fitted together with an arrested, jagged logic. After their performance I wanted to rush out and buy their records. They appealed to me as a pale male adolescent in emotional turmoil, as a fan of unsettling, repetitive German music, of the more metaphysical, cosmic side of glam, of warped, malevolent avant garde noise, of showing off independence and difference as a kind of mission. The trouble was, there were no records to buy, and as 1977, the official year of punk, passed, and the group carried on playing shows in splendid, stubborn exile from their peers, no records appeared that captured their intoxicating intensity. The travelling circus Siouxsie and Severin had joined seemed a little too frightening and far fetched. In their world no clocks ever told you the right time and the pretty flowers were all covered in blood. They became a kind of amazing rumour, wonderfully seen but barely heard. By the end of the year, their first session for John Peel tantalisingly emerged out of the undergrowth like a signal from another planet. Peel, ultimately scared of nothing, musically at least, had forced the door open on something that had seemed strangely forbidden, as if the group's belligerent artiness was poisonous. Four songs snapped, crackled and slithered across the nation, songs that expertly articulated numbness, illusion, purity and crisis. Scalding, scathing but perversely catchy pop music erupted with a precise, eerie Ballardian Englishness. The terribly charming Siouxsie had the weirdest accent, not quite of this world, not quite of this century. Within weeks they were back doing another Peel session, still not signed to a record company - Peel made attempts to sign them to the BBC label, at least for a single, staggered that no one wanted them. Four more songs, cryptic, sarcastic comments about racism, identity, meat and medicine, pop music glistening with Burroughsian horror. 1978 started with an eternity of Mull of Kintyre at number one. The opposition was still great - because Siouxsie had so obviously resisted the social fiction of femininity as created by means beyond her control, because the group were so uncompromising, or because their subject matter drew its strength from all that was unrighteous, illegitimate and low. Record companies stayed clear. The group didn't fancy the worthy independent route. The struggle for recognition enhanced their stubbornness and toughness never left them. They eventually signed to Polydor, their first single, Hong Kong Garden, previewed by Peel, was a ravishing top ten hit. Siouxsie and the Banshees were twisted show business luxury fronted by the hardest, strangest flamboyantly inscrutable female pop star of them all. No one from the MTV generation, from Madonna to Love, from Bjork to Stefani, has come close to matching the originality of her impact. Their songs travelled through space, time and sexuality, used handsome, enchanting melody to confront traumatic experiences. They thumbed their nose at conventional expectations, stuck the knife in, spun in a haze of rhapsody, cracked up, stuck around, found their way, exiled themselves, demanded attention, stopped, started, stopped. They were principled surrealists screaming themselves hoarse and whispering for dear life under an exhilarating sky. Great guitarists came and went, rhythm hero Budgie joined on drums, Siouxsie and Steven stayed solid in the churning centre. Their songs changed as they made their way into the 80s but always had a family resemblance to each other, to their early songs, ideas and experiments. They ended up gate crashing the pop party playing the most violent, exquisite and erotically charged pop music imaginable. They sneaked hell into the pop charts, as well as a brittle, opulent heaven and a jarring lewdness. Considering their topics were mental illness, medical terrors, surreal diseases, sinister intensity, unearthly energy, sexual abuse, childhood disturbances, sordid mysteries, unbearable nervous anxiety, urban discontent and the bleak dignity of solitude, it was astonishing that they ended up as much as anything else a sublime singles band. In their own special way, they always wanted to be noticed. Paul Morely, Home 28/08/06 |
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The proliferation of Siouxsie Sioux clones
between 1976 and the mid-1980s is one of the most extraordinary
subcultural episodes in modern times. Perhaps the quintessential
'punk' look, the raven-coloured shockhead of hair framed a visage of
corrupted glamour fashioned from '20s Hollywood, Isherwood's Berlin and
'60s Hammer heroines. Siouxsie and the Banshees became
inextricably entwined with style - albeit one that seemed strange, at
times sinister. Though predominant on the streets, this visual
élan has tended to obliterate the sheer range and scale of the group's achievements
- which is something this latest, wide-ranging collection seeks to
redress.
"I think the image gave people the opinion that we were all about the veneer," says Siouxsie. "Fashion interests me but if there's no content to something that's alluring then it's worthless." However, there's no doubt that the Siouxsie look helped liberate a generation. "You were supposed to aspire to the Doris Day-type girls that appeared on the covers of Jackie. I was the antithesis of that." In their infancy, the Banshees were the band that remained most true to the punk era's initial spirit of independence and innovation. Often overlooked, though, is how the group repeatedly slipped - with seemingly effortless subversion - into the pop mainstream (18 Top 40 hit singles remain a testament to that.) And despite their avowedly suburban origins, from the environs of south-east London, the Banshees' success was international. After Continental Europe came Japan and, eventually, - America embraced the band's deliciously twisted take on pop. All this has been achieved without Siouxsie and the Banshees ever losing their cult appeal, which helps to explain the enduring respect the band commands more than 25 years since debuting at London's Punk Rock Festival in 1976. Much of this inevitably stems from the integrity they showed during the early months of punk rock. When all around them, fakers and opportunists took the money and ran, the Banshees held out for the record deal that would give them creative control. Some fans couldn't wait, and a spate of "Sign Up The Banshees - Do It Now!" graffiti began to appear on record company walls. "People thought we put someone up to do it, but that wasn't true," says the singer. The decision to wait for the right contract established the tone for the rest of the group's career. As members of the so-called 'Bromley Contingent', Sioux and co-founder Steven Severin were among the Sex Pistols earliest, most flamboyant fans long before any Punk 'movement. Yet with guitarist John McKay and drummer Kenny Morris (who replaced original drummer Sid Vicious after his on-night stand at the 100 Club gig), these evangelists-turned-performers were virtually the last among the Class of '76 to break. That's because Siouxsie and the Banshees understood Punk not simply as an opportunity to claim fifteen minutes' of fame, but as a rupture in rock's solidified façade, an epochal moment that would mark a watershed in contemporary music - and the wider culture at large. In essence, they were right: rock never sounded, nor looked, quite the same again after 1976. But a quarter of a century on, it's clear that Siouxsie and the Banshees also managed to transcend the old boundaries. They made their peace with '60s psychedelia, most audibly on their inspired 1983 cover of The Beatles' 'Dear Prudence'. They elevated the status of the interface. They anticipated the mass outbreak of hip hop-inspired rock on 1988's 'Peek-A-Boo'. And while those old accusations of elitism have faded into history, the groups unlikely fusions now seem oddly prescient. As this new collection confirms, this on-time band of iconoclasts were virtually reborn during the 1980s as pop eclectics unafraid to defy that fast-adhering 'Goth' tag with a string of hit singles as exotic as they were inimitable. At a time when many of their contemporaries were losing their art to studio boffins and high gloss production, the Banshees embraced the new techniques with dignity and imagination. That dynamic duo of unadulterated pop majesty, 'Spellbound' and 'Arabian Knights', effortlessly bear this out. Just three years after 'The Scream', perhaps the most intelligent and distinctive debut album of the punk rock era, the group had exacted a brilliant coup d'état on pop platitudes by augmenting their punkishly untrained instincts with acoustic guitars, exotic moods and bewitching melodies. All the signs of the Banshees' pop greatness had been there since August 1978 when punk's most zealous purists debuted with 'Hong Kong Garden'. Hinged on a simple two-chord riff, the song was transformed by a mock-Eastern melody played on a xylophone, and a spacious production that anticipated developments in the years ahead. Instantly, the band were elevated from the rough-houses of the punk circuit into an elegant, chart-bound act whose deviant tastes and cool ambition put them in the post-punk vanguard - with PiL and the Slits not far behind. When The Scream patented the 'classic' Banshees sound - tenacious basslines, bittersweet vocals, incisive guitars - the group were quick to mess with their own template. "We were the only band that could not play our instruments," Siouxsie says. "That's why our musical landscape was so different to everyone else's. We didn't grow up learning to play old Rolling Stones records in our bedrooms." After the acrimonious departure of McKay and Morris during a British tour in autumn 1979, Sioux and Severin recruited a new drummer Budgie and ex-Magazine guitarist John McGeoch. For the next three years, this line-up developed the Banshees brand with such authority that the group assumed a monolithic almost mythic status. While punk had become blokeish and laboured, Siouxsie and the Banshees rejoiced in a new exoticism, exemplified by Klimt-inspired album sleeves and the introduction of strings and assorted percussion into their work. a trio of singles released during 1980 - 'Happy House', 'Christine' and 'Israel' - had confirmed their reputation for innovation, and the flavours quickly intensified, reaching new peaks on the aforementioned 'Spellbound', and 'Arabian Knights'. The latter in particular fused the group's brooding, rhythmic underbelly with an ostentatious display of sweeping choruses and lyric suggestion. (And probably the only hit single that dared speak of conquering orifices.) The band even took on the Beatles and won handsomely with an obscure album track, 'Dear Prudence'. Flip a Banshees 45, though, and a rather different picture emerged. The playful Hong Kong Garden had been backed by 'Voices', a slow, punishing 'sound poem' so abrasive that pub landlords used to play it at closing time in a bid to hasten their customers off the premises. It worked. Putting more difficult material on the back of singles became a bittersweet Banshees trademark. "We made sure that the poppiest ones had the most over-the-top B-sides," says Siouxsie. "There were many sides to the band and we wanted to reveal all of them." Says Siouxsie. Included in this collection is one such flip side, the gorgeous, elegiac 'Lullaby'. By the mid-1980s, when punk's aftershocks had begun to assume distinctly yellowing hue. Siouxsie and the Banshees forged ahead with the costume changes and the musical mutations. 1985's 'Cities In Dust' marked a new peak of sorts, its production and prowess and sense of urgency winning the group a wider audience in America. Back home, however, the group encountered some difficulties in shedding their so-called 'Goth' tag. "I cut all my hair off and even that didn't work," Siouxsie says. Cue 1988's 'Peek-A-Boo', an arresting exercise in sampledelica that harnessed contemporary techniques to the Banshees sound. From the same 'Peepshow' LP came 'The Killing Jar', which reaffirmed both Sioux's sorrow at human cruelty and the band's flair for invigorating choruses. Well into the 1990s, the Banshees continued to forge ahead, exploring more subtle sonic spaces - the intoxicating bellydance thrill of 'Kiss Them For Me', 'Face To Face' (especially commissioned for Tim Burton's 'Batman Returns' movie) with its lounge-like langaur are two of the highlights showcased here. By now though, the endless quest for new directions pulled the band apart. "We were all worn out and we began to take it out on each other." says Siouxsie, "We didn't want to continue under those adverse conditions." By the middle of the decade, Sioux and Budgie began to pour their energies into their reactivated sideline project, The Creatures and their own Sioux record label. Steven Severin, too, had his own label, RE: part of his wider online project that releases soundtracks and explores subterranean cultural spaces. That's not to say the Banshees' story yet has reached its definitive ending. "I like things being left open," Siouxsie maintains. "You're left hanging..." Mark Paytress, 2002 |
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Siouxsie And The Banshee. There's
something undeniably comic about the name, as if they were simply a
badly behaved Josie And The Pussycats. But Siouxsie and her aptly
named Banshees cut deeper, played darker than that. The name was,
and remains, synonymous with cult appeal and shocking innovation.
So much so that one simple fact has often been overlooked. With a
dozen Top 30 hits to their name, the band that started out as part of
the circus that followed the early Sex Pistols also enjoyed a glittering
second career as one of the most successful and enduring acts to have
emerged from the punk era.
But first impressions are difficult to shift, and the Banshees' original trademark sound - and image - was so face-punchingly immediate, so thrillingly fearsome, that it became something of a curse. The penchant for leather, lace and lashings of black make-up, for giving songs titles such as Premature Burial (after and Edgar Allan Poe story) and for cloaking themselves in a vague aura of elitism and misanthropy eventually generated an unwanted 'Goth' tag. Very soon, the Banshees had unwittingly spawned their own genre, with hundreds of copycat bands reducing their creation to a few moody basslines and some sloppily applied eyeliner. Imitation, Siouxsie has insisted on countless occasions, is the lowest form of flattery. But the proliferations of such groups and, more startlingly still, an army of shock-headed, black-clad Siouxsie lookalikes lurking with intent in every town centre, only served to illustrate the breadth of the band's influence. It was true: between 1979 and the mid-'80s, Siouxsie And The Banshees became a cultural phenomenon. That they were also a group of punk-inspired imaginatives bent on pop subversion brings us very neatly to Gold. For it's the Banshees' magnificent ventures into popworld that this collection unashamedly celebrates. Ventures that, from today's standpoint where formula reigns supreme, confirm Siouxsie And The Banshees as one of the last truly great singles acts. While culturally closer to the Sex Pistols, the Banshees' approach to singles owed much to their growing up during the golden age of '60s pop, when bands such as The Beatles and The Who rewrote the rules with each successive 45. Bowie aside - another key inspiration - pop has long since succumbed to a safety first attitude towards hit-making. And for a band that made its debut as musical illiterates, performing a cacophonous racket based around The Lord's Prayer, those dozen pop hits are no mean achievement. From the start, Siouxsie And The Banshees understood the value of doing things their way. While most aspiring punk anti-heroes taught themselves the prerequisite three chord shapes, the Banshees looked way beyond punk orthodoxy for inspiration. Sure, they knew all about The Velvet Underground and Nico, The Stooges and the pop/rock tightrope-walking of the early Roxy Music. But they also drew from the apocalyptic writing of JG Ballard and the crisp, whip cracking prose of Sacher-Masoch, the psychological terror of Hitchcock's film and the gaucheries of the B-movie horrorflick, the sensuality of Baudelaire's verse and the haughty, iconic allure of Bette Davis and Louise Brooks. Much of the strength, intelligence, austerity and wickedness they admired in others inevitably filtered into their own work. Having survived - and gained confidence from - their 20 September 1976 baptism of fire at London's 100 Club, before a baying, baffled crowd, the Banshees soon shaped up and got serious. Only singer Siouxsie Sioux and bassist Steven Severin remained from that infamous debut - guitarist Marco Pirroni subsequently found fame with Adam And The Ants, while drummer Sid Vicious joined the Sex Pistols, before becoming punk's first anti-hero corpse. Adding two acutely hip new recruits, drummer Kenny Morris and guitarist John McKay, the Banshees acquired a real sense of purpose, and by spring 1978, the quartet - famously ice-cool and dedicated - had worked up an extraordinary set of songs,. Those who'd assumed the band were little more than opportunist, extravagantly dressed Sex Pistols in-crowders were stupefied. (Sioux and Severin had appeared alongside the Pistols during the band's 'foul-mouthed' appearance on Thames TV's Today show in December 1976, a key punk rock moment.) Like The Slits and Wire, Siouxsie And The Banshees were taking first generation punk rock into strange and thrilling new spaces. With the ex Pistols already history, and The Clash hellbent on becoming the new Rolling Stones, the Banshees stuck firmly to punk's original iconoclastic dream. Eschewing every punk rock cliché, they emerged fully formed sometime around early summer 1978, sounding like no other, their innovative sound overflowing with menace and attack and bile. If that wasn't shocking enough, Hong Kong Garden, their debut 45 released in August 1978, added another delicious twist to the story. With it's uplifting glockenspiel motif and oddly memorable "Oh-ho" hookline, Hong Kong Garden was at least two steps out of character. Most quietly assumed that, like Julie Driscoll's This Wheel's On Fire a decade later, Siouxsie And The Banshees were classic one-hit wonders. Instead, Hong Kong Garden marked the start of a two-decade dalliance with pop stardom, a remarkable feat given that the band's core audience was always committed album-buying types - who, with much justification, still regard November 1978's The Scream as one of rock's classic debut albums. BY the time of Happy House, issued in March 1980, the Banshees had undergone an unexpected change, prompted by the sudden departure of Morris and McKay. Unhappy with the group's direction, the pair had walked out midway during a British tour, prompting much cynical speculation about the band's future. Happy House provided the perfect riposte. Featuring guest drummer Budgie and guitarist John McGeoch, it eschewed the band's dense, characteristic sound - gloriously illustrated on the previous two 45s, The Staircase (Mystery) and Playground Twist - in favour of a more inclusive, richly textured production. The two musical mercenaries enjoyed it so much they stayed, ushering in an era that witnessed the band's transformation from egg-sucking post-punk fundamentalists into a musical force that was now open to every possibility. Further confirmation of this came with Christine, a delicate compound of brooding, Banshee riffing and textural elegance, topped with one of Siouxsie's most deliciously anguished performances. Hitting some kind of peak, the Banshees released a run of successful albums - 1980's Kaleidoscope, Juju (1981), A Kiss In The Dreamhouse (1982) and a live set, Nocturne - confirming both their underground/overground appeal and their desire to shake off the more limiting punk-era associations. A terrific triptych of singles from this period define what many regard as the classic Banshees sound. Israel, Spellbound and Arabian Knights, issued in quick succession between November 1980 and July 1981, reveal a band in full possession of its powers. Feted like rock royalty wherever they went, the Banshees were effortlessly making records that reflected their new status. The departure of John McGeoch late in 1982 closed another era. Temporary recruit Cure guitarist Robert Smith steadied the ship long enough to record a shimmering Top 3 cover of The Beatles' Dear Prudence, though this commercial highpoint marked the start of several years' instability. The internal changes seemed to reflect an encroaching musical uncertainty within the band. Sandwiched between two of the band's lesser albums, 1984's Hyaena and Through The Looking Glass, a 1987 cover versions collection, came Tinderbox. While an affirmation of the band's strengths, this woefully underrated set also included one of their more remarkable singles, Cities In Dust. The song was featured in a movie, Out Of Bounds, and finally gave the Banshees an unexpected American breakthrough. Meanwhile, a version of Julie Driscoll's This Wheel's On Fire, from the covers album, kept the folks happy back home. Though still capable of commanding the front pages of the British rock press, Siouxsie And The Banshees found themselves increasingly in demand abroad, where they were feted for their early subcultural cachet. Despite this, they continued to move forward musically, and no more startlingly than on 1988's Peepshow. With the arrival of keyboard playing multi-instrumentalist Martin McCarrick and guitarist Jon Klein, the Banshees once again defied expectations with the lead-off single, Peek-A-Boo, a woozy, hip-hop-inspired cut that drew inspiration from the new genre without ever sounding limp or slavish or opportunistic. The same album also yielded one of the great 'lost' Banshees singles, The Killing Jar. The band ran into further personal difficulties after the gruelling Peepshow tour, and it was three years before they emerged with a new studio album. 1991's Superstition was a lush, sorely underrated set, produced by remix king Stephen Hague, that yielded the gorgeous, loop-driven Kiss Them For Me. In the States, where the Banshee's star had continued to rise - hence the band's 'special guests' status on the 1991 Lollapalooza tour - the single raced into the charts. It was a different story at home, where Kiss Them For Me remains a cult secret, something this collection will surely redress. Among the Banshee's many celebrity fans is film director Tim Burton who, handed the blockbuster Batman Returns, commissioned the band to record a song for the soundtrack. The result was Face To Face, issued in summer 1992, and the last Banshees release for two years. Once again, the band's continued quest to develop prompted creative differences, a matter not eased by Siouxsie and Budgie's decision to relocate to the south of France. By 1995's The Rapture, their eleventh and last studio album, the cracks had become impossible to hide. After one final single, Stargazer, and a difficult jaunt around Eastern Europe, Siouxsie And The Banshees went their separate ways. A rapturously received reunion tour in 2002 inevitably rekindled interest, as has a continuing series of catalogue releases. But, like anyone who has chosen to follow their own creative path, Siouxsie And The Banshees have time on their side. Listening to the recent crop of indie bands, it sounds as if the rest of the world is beginning to catch up. Mark Paytress, London, 2005 |
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Lullaby Lyrics | ||
The lunacy will leave
the day Wrap
around this brilliant veil The
dream swan spins Shaking
down its morning swords O
hush awhile I'll be watching over you |
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Lullaby Credits | ||
Severin
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Inspiration/Influence/Band Comment | ||
King Ludwig II, the 'mad king' of Bavaria. Source: Downside Up liner notes. | ||
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Kiss Them For Me Lyrics | ||
It
glittered and it gleamed No
party she'd not attend Kiss
them for me, I may be delayed It's
divoone, oh it's serene Nothing or no one will ever make me let you down Kiss
them for me, I may be delayed On
the road to New Orleans Kiss
them for me, I may be delayed |
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Kiss Them For Me Credits | ||
Sioux
- Lyrics Sioux - Voice Severin - Sequencing, Keyboards & Bass Klein - Guitar Budgie - Drums McCarrick - Keyboards Talvin Singh - Tabla, Tavil & Taal |
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Inspiration/Influence/Band Comment | ||
Jayne Mansfield was the inspiration behind the song 'Kiss Them For Me'. "This song was sparked off by Jayne Mansfield's story. She typified the dream that Hollywood holds for young women - a fairytale thing." (Siouxsie) Source: Record Hunter 12/92. | ||
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Christine Lyrics | ||
She
tries not to shatter, kaleidoscope style Christine Singing
sweet savages, lost in her world Christine |
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Christine Credits | ||
Severin
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Inspiration/Influence/Band Comment | ||
SIOUXSIE:
"It’s about Christine Seisnal (adopts country accent): She’s
got twenty two personalities! She don’t know who to play with!" Source:
Zigzag 05/80. STEVE: "All twenty two personalities had different names, which was a really good source for the lyrics - the Strawberry Girl, Banana-split Lady . . .they were either names by her or the family. There’s a book called The Three Faces Of Eve about her, which is more like a biography she wrote with a friend of hers from her childhood, a cousin. She turned out to go to college and become some sort of knob on psychiatry." Source: Zigzag 05/80. SIOUXSIE: "Part of that oppression comes over in our number ‘Christine’. She became a textbook case ‘cause of the traumas she’d been through as a child. She witnessed many violent acts." Source: Sounds 28/02/80. |
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Arabian Knights Lyrics | ||
The
jewel, the prize I
hear a rumour Myriad
lights A
tourist oasis I
heard a rumour Veiled
behind screens Ripped
out sheep's eyes Myriad
lights |
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Arabian Knights Credits | ||
Sioux
- Lyrics |
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Inspiration/Influence/Band Comment | ||
SIOUXSIE:
" 'Arabian Knights' was inspired by the fact that I was listening
to a lot of The
Doors at the time. I wanted those kind of melodies
running through it." Source: The Authorised
Biography 2002 SIOUXSIE: "It’s nothing to do with a ‘feminist’ thing, it’s like a humane thing. Like how the Muslim women cope, I don’t know. The way women are treated in some religions, if it was a race being treated like that and not a sex, there would be uproar about it. I still haven’t overcome being a girl yet, as far as other people see me, and that’s very important. I think it’s happened a bit, but not enough." Source: NME 15/08/81 SIOUXSIE: "To think, some of our records might end up with an 'X' certificate. Like all the fuss over our 'Arabian Knights' single with the line about 'orifices'. It was only a new way of describing something...something natural, physical. It wasn't smutty or rude. Just imagery...but they don't like that." Source: Smash Hits 06/86 SIOUXSIE: With 'Arabian Knights' it was quite a thrill to get the word 'orifices' on the radio." Source: Record Mirror 11/11/89 |
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The Killing Jar Lyrics | ||
Down
where this ugly man |
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The Killing Jar Credits | ||
Severin
- Lyrics Sioux - Voice Severin - Bass Budgie - Drums, Percussion McCarrick - Keyboards & Cello Klein - Guitar |
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Inspiration/Influence/Band Comment | ||
"A
killing jar is a device used by butterfly collectors to contain and
ultimately kill their specimen. The use of the word killing jar in the
song is used as a metaphor for controlled violence. An emotional
relationship snuffed out until it is merely a prized possession or keep
sake."
John Fowles The Collector |
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Dazzle Lyrics | ||
The
stars that shine Swallowing
diamonds A
jamboree of surprises Dazzle,
it's a glittering prize A
silver tongue for the golden one The
stars that shine Dazzle,
it's a glittering prize |
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Dazzle Credits | ||
Sioux
- Lyrics |
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Inspiration/Influence/Band Comment | ||
"The
sentiment behind it is lying in the gutter but still looking up at the
stars". The line 'swallowing diamonds cutting throats' was
inspired by a scene from the film Marathon
Man. Source: Melody
Maker 17/10/92.
The band had not long returned from a trip to Israel, the line 'The Sea Of Fluid Mercury' refers to The Dead Sea. Source: Melody Maker 17/10/92. |
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