Showing posts with label Siouxsie and the Banshees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Siouxsie and the Banshees. Show all posts

Friday, 7 May 2010

The 'Difficult' 3rd Album

Ok, new round, no conferring. What is it that links Siouxsie and the Banshees to Kate Bush?


No, not a shock of black hair, nor the fact that their best years were in the mid-1980s. In fact, you couldn’t pick a more diverse duo. The one, a classically trained Home Counties singer-songwriter given to strangely melodic ballads about Victorian heroines and the other, a band forged in the maelstrom of punk who eschewed virtuosity and created metallic anthems of isolation and horror.

But despite their obvious differences their career path was spookily similar, at least over their first 4 albums. Siouxsie and the Banshees initially produced a stunning debut, ‘The Scream’ largely in the punk tradition of pounding drums and sheets of angular guitar and followed it up with undue haste with a second album, ‘Join Hands’ in a similar style but containing inferior material. By the time the third album was in the melting pot, half the band had left and it was left to Siouxsie and Steve Severin to cobble something together on their own. The resultant release, ‘Kaleidoscope’ was a strange mixture of ambient music and pop songs under the guise of new wave experimentation. Having recruited a new guitarist and drummer who were more than competent players (what punk ethic?) their fourth album, ‘JuJu’ was a monster hit which showcased a newly forged Siouxsie style which would become the norm from then on.

Kate Bush’s first four albums followed a similar pattern. Her first, ‘The Kick Inside’ was a stunning debut of simple yet highly inventive songs. Her second, ‘Lionheart’ followed too close on its heels by order of her record label and was disappointing in as much as the material was a bit underdeveloped and the arrangements too conventional. By her third effort, ‘Never Forever’, Kate had won some hard fought control over her own artistic process and had acquired a state of the art Fairlight sampler. The result is a curious mixture of the type of songs she had written for the first two albums, but arranged in a far more interesting way and the type of songs that she would write later in her career but without the adventurous production. This change of direction culminated in her fourth album, the uncompromisingly left field ‘The Dreaming’ and the rest is well documented.

So the real link is the third and notoriously ‘difficult’ third album. Each of them, and for different reasons, produced an unexpectedly different, slightly hit-and-miss album which is clearly a transitional stage that links the boundaries of a vast chasm between what they were and what they were to become. Not many artists have a massive change in style so early in their trajectory and it is fascinating to have such a clear record of where their two styles clash warily.

Monday, 23 March 2009

Tickets! Anyone Want Tickets...?


Some posts ago, I protested that I couldn’t really give an answer to the vexed question of my favourite gig of all time. This was based on the premise that I couldn’t remember them all and even if I could, it was impossible to go back in time and inhabit your younger self to ‘feel the moment’ as it were. Well, since then I have made a concerted effort to create a list of gigs attended and have surprised myself by recalling, with the help of ticket stubs and old diaries, just under 100 occasions where I tried to make myself permanently deaf! There are bound to be more but for the time being this list will suffice. Now, trying to remember them all in any detail is a much more difficult task owing either to too much alcohol at the time or lack of memory now (or both really).

Nevertheless here is a list of 11 gigs that I feel were definitely a fun night out. They may not be the best gigs I have attended but they are events for which I have real memories rather than hindsight imaginings. Nor do they always feature the biggest bands or the best venues but each has a place in my hall of fame.

Curved Air (Hatfield Polytechnic 1972) – My first ever gig. Truly awe-inspiring despite having to leave during the set due to parental curfew. (Huh! How rock ‘n’ roll!) Set me on the path to music as an unpaid career.
Argent (St Albans Civic 1974) – One of my favourite bands of the early 70s. This was one of their last appearances before Russ Ballard left. In the days when musicianship counted for something.
Split Enz (St Albans Civic 1976) – Tim Finn’s weird and wonderful band before little brother Neil took them away from the avant-garde and onto the path of commercial pop.
Talking Heads (Hemel Hempstead Pavilion 1978) – A night throbbing with massive rhythmic integrity and psychosis from a band at their prime.
Martha and the Muffins (Nashville 1979) – Before they were famous, playing the back room at the Nashville pub and filling it with sweaty energy.
The Bangles (Town and Country Club 1985) – 4th July gig gave it a certain poignancy. Who said women can’t play? One of my favourite live bands...ever.
The Smiths (Royal Albert Hall 1986) – Better than I thought it would be. Great tunes and Morrissey on top form complementing the grandeur of the venue.
Siouxsie and the Banshees (Royal Albert Hall 1986) – my favourite of all the gigs of theirs I attended (and there were many). ‘Nightshift’ rules!
Ghost Dance (Riverside Studios Hammersmith 1987) – A solo outing on a whim to see an unknown I’d picked out of the NME and turning out to be one of the best nights of my life. You live for these moments.
All About Eve (Astoria 1988) – Another great live band melding some old fashioned guitar histrionics with Julianne Regan’s fabulous voice.
Go-Go’s (Shepherds Bush Empire 1994) – With The Bangles’ Vicki Peterson filling in for a pregnant Charlotte Caffey, and Belinda Carlisle back in the fold, how could they fail?

So, there you have it and not a mention of Pink Floyd at Knebworth 1975, nor Queen in Hyde Park 1976 but then I never really enjoyed outdoor events. Perhaps I’ll dig out a few more intimate venue favourite gigs for a future post. Or maybe the worst gigs...

Sunday, 9 March 2008

Siouxsie Sioux


For this post my subject is Susan Ballion, or Siouxsie Sioux of Banshees fame to you and me. She has always been an icon as far as I’m concerned and as Amazon is still trying hard to sell me her new solo album, ‘Mantaray’, I thought the time is right for a bit of a re-appraisal. But not of her 30 year musical legacy as that is a given, but more to do with that infinitely more intangible attribute – style.

Traditionally, Siouxsie has been put in a box with a huge tag around her neck which reads ‘Gothic, handle with care’. I suppose it’s the general blackness and the connection with punk, but the more I think about it the more I feel this is wrong. Siouxsie and the Banshees were never really Punks in the true sense. Admittedly, they started on the road to fame with the no-need-to-learn-to-play attitude that embodied early punk, and hung around the Sex Pistols-to-be, but it wasn’t long before they had outgrown all that and become an extremely accomplished band with a more measured musical style to the prevalent thrash, in direct opposition to the punk doctrine of the late 1970s.

The stage persona of Siouxsie herself was more a product of the androgynous glam era of the mid 1970s rather than the more overtly sexual fetishist dress of the punk movement. Bowie and Bolan were her antecedents and it seems that it was mere coincidence that the Banshees appeared on the scene during the punk uprising. Having ridden that bandwagon for a bit they developed beyond their peers and forged a long and successful career.

It occurs to me that Siouxsie’s later style inspiration is actually drawn from the Roaring Twenties, the age of silent film and Art Deco. With her black bobbed hair and strikingly black-shadowed eyes, she could be one of those silent heroines, tied to the railway track, legs kicking and mournful eyes pleading whilst the hero struggles with the points in the face of the on-rushing 10.37 to Pennsylvania. A bit like Railtrack now, in fact.

As a further nod towards the 1920s, her dress is very often Deco in style, using Egyptian, Greek or Aztec lines and motifs and well as the geometric patterns and the design modernism culture of that school. She could easily pass for a modern day Cleopatra. The Art Deco movement seems to describe her much more accurately than the ripped T-shirts and bondage trousers of the real punks.

It just occurs to me how frighteningly easy it is to pigeonhole people.