Webmaster 19/11/01  
  Hong Kong Garden Advert - Click Here For Bigger ScanBrash, delirious, two chord, oriental wonder. An ode to a local Chinese restaurant in Chiselhurst where Siouxsie and friends witnessed some of the racial abuse dealt out to the owners. Was this an anecdote to the bleakness of the forthcoming debut album? A stab at commercialism? Yes & no. Who else could release a debut single where the vocals end half way through and leave you with just the music for the second half? Siouxsie sounds young, exuberant, fresh. What does it mean? Nothing really, mainly just a play on words. And to accompany this pop ditty we have Voices on the flip. Stark, guitar driven, grating, Siouxsie's voice a mere instrument, the music washes over you in abrasive waves. It's rumoured that if a pub wanted to get rid of it's hangers on at closing time, then putting Voices on the Jukebox would do the trick. The cover, who is the mysterious woman? It's certainly not Siouxsie. It's an uncomfortable image, an oblique reference to China? To misogyny? On of the Banshees many 'pop' moments. Pop music at it's best.    


  Record Mirror 19/08/78  
  Hong Kong Garden Advert/Poster Click Here For Bigger ScanAccessibility incarnated.  I first heard this on a depressing Marquee Saturday about three months ago when the enterprising DJ slapped on the bootleg version and the insidiously cute Chinese riff burned itself on my mind indelibly.  I've now had the single in my grubby paws for thirty-six hours and I'm playing it every third record.  I love every second - from John McKay's flurried chording to Steven Severin's pounding bass to Kenny Morris's bruising drums to Siouxsie's cockney intonations.  The first love song to a Chinese restaurant?

Mike Gardner



  Sounds 19/08/78  
  THE SINGLE OF THE WEEK (Also known as the kiss of life)

It's just as well that, in a week of such abysmally grey dross, there is at least one saving grace - one inspirational beacon in the mind-numbing darkness.  In truth, I hardly expected Siouxsie and her Banshees to prove my musical salvation, what with all the 'Ice Queen' reputation and atonal bash and thrash that they're supposed to go in for, but this was a revelation.  Goddammit, here was I expecting a screeching, torturous din, and instead this is New Wave starkness and chop suey frivolity, the main theme being tapped out in charming Chinese chimes.  A sort of Siouxsie Wong done right.  Most important, the song's constructed in the time-honoured tradition of all good singles - catchy, original arrangement coupled with an irresistible sing-along chorus.

All their humming and hedging over to sign or not to sign has thankfully proved worth the wait.

David Lewis



  Melody Maker 19/08/78  
  Single Of The Week

They hate the press and seem to reserve especial vitriol for those that champion them (at whatever juncture).  So I guess making them single of the week will increase my chances of being fly-swatted.

Who cares - the stereo or stage lies between band and critic and they're the important areas.  Its both a glorious debut and a fine introduction to the Banshee stalking ground.  They always had the vision, but for a long time it was masked by terrible musicianship and confusing stage routines.

Now all the elements have individually improved and come together with remarkable effect.  The song is strident and powerful with tantalising oriental guitar riffs plus words and vocals that are the result of anger, disdain and isolation.

No-one will be singled out because everyone is part and parcel of the whole.  It might even be a hit.

Ian Birch