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Siouxsie
is beautiful, still beautiful enough to charm an audience and terrify
her bleached husbands. It's a special sort of beauty, perfectly
narcissistic, full of self love and consequently unrivalled. She
is marvelous, unspoilt by success, still entirely insufferable, still
managing to seem rather than be, making both so
blurred it's difficult not to respect her. If not an artist
then she's a very special pseud. It's her style - she believes she
knows what she is, she believes she knows what to say and she doesn't
give a damn about us. And that's stylish.
Trying to
criticise her, and it is all her, is rather like trying to make
up your mind whether or not you should piss on Ian Curtis' grave,
knowing intellectually it's right, but feeling it instinctively to be
wrong. To piss or not to piss - that is the question. We
believe instinct is less of a lie than intellect, the the former can
lead to embarrassing breakfasts, so we'll not piss. In fact we
giggled and we doubt that such innocent laughter will cause any further
embarrassment.
Siouxsie has
always managed to give empty threats an unnecessary depth. That's
her strength, she puts mirrors on the floor and asks you to believe
you'll fall through them, or at the very least, should you look down,
you'll see something very nasty indeed. And "Through The
Looking Glass", though far more elegant, has more empty threats
than a dosser in a meat wagon. All of the tracks are chosen for
their very light darkness, their penumbra if you will, and their
Twilight Zone mysticism - "Hall Of Mirrors", "Strange
Fruit", "Sea Breezes" .... it's silly isn't it? But
it's not bad because almost any song is a suitable vehicle for
Siouxsie's voice. In fact, it has been suggested that she could
make a passable album out of singing A-H in Thomson's Directory.
Other than
"The Scream", Siouxsie & The Banshees have never released
a "classic" album and this one follows proudly in their
tradition of sublime mediocrity. It's
not so much that the singles save the albums, it's that the albums throw
the singles into shinier relief. And "Through The Looking
Glass" having one single, has potentially another two,
"Gun" and "The Passenger". "The
Passenger", always a great song spoiled by it's singer, is now
bigger, better, more glitzy and horny and more stylishly tacky than ever
before. Is it reverent? Is it irreverent? No, actually
it's irrelevant.
Should you be
gifted with the ability to dance while you're
splitting your sides then it's likely you'll enjoy this album.
Should, you be a
member of the moral minority that still takes the Banshees seriously
then it will come as a horrible shock because they're
not taking you very seriously. But it's too late to piss,
they've already ripped it.
The Stud
Brothers
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