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Siouxsie and the Banshees catalog – Side Project – The Glove

 Blue Sunshine (1983) is the only album from the Robert Smith/Steve Severin project The Glove. Instrumentally, the album sounds like its key influences, but Smith, under contractual limitations, only sings on a couple of tracks.

Tracklist:

  1. A1 Like An Animal
  2. A2 Looking-Glass-Girl
  3. A3 Sex-Eye-Make-Up
  4. A4 Mr. Alphabet Says
  5. A5 A Blues In Drag
  6. B1 Punish Me With Kisses
  7. B2 This Green City
  8. B3 Orgy
  9. B4 Perfect Murder
  10. B5 Relax
  11. Mouth To Mouth (b-side of Like An Animal)
  12. Tightrope (b-side of Punish Me With Kisses)
  13. Like An Animal (Club? What Club?) (a-side of Like An Animal 12”)

It’s all very interesting and something of a carnival in atmosphere. Lyrically the songs are mostly about sex in its weirder forms. This is not surprising, coming as it does off of the Banshees’ A Kiss In The Dreamhouse and The Cure’s Pornography.
I remember trying to enjoy this when I first had the CD in about 1990, and as a fan of both bands. The untreated vocals of Jeanette Landray (known otherwise as a member of the Top of the Pops dance troupe Zoo), don’t feel anything like either Smith’s or Siouxsie’s, but she can also sound like something out of a fun fair, though I’m not sure what specifically in her vocals suggests that.

Punish Me With Kisses sounds the closest to what the Cure would be doing a couple of years later with the more upbeat songs on 1985’s The Head on the Door.

Listening to the album on Tidal brings back some serious memories – I really wasn’t sure what to make of it at the time. While Jeanette’s vocals are a weird addition to the worlds Smith and Severin occupied, I’ve also  delved into to the demos (available on a deluxe edition from a few years ago that a friend kindly pirated for me). On those Smith’s vocals just sound a little weird. The demos are low-fi by design and are always meant to be a starting point, and in this case, they’re very bare bones.

Mouth To Mouth is probably my favourite song on the CD release, though it wasn’t on the original album. 

I give it 7/10. Joe Sam says: Check it out.

After their initial EP Wild Things and the drug-infused LP A Kiss in the Dreamhouse, Sioux and Budgie decamped to Hawaii. Here the local instruments and culture infused the first full Creatures LP. This pattern would inform Boomerang,recorded in Spain and Hai recorded in Japan.

That said, in the several years since I last wrote up a Banshees album, I’ve not been able to write anything cohesive about this one. I’ve loved it for decades, especially Gecko and Dancing on Glass. But my usual track by track just never coalesced into a review.

The single, Miss the Girl (like The Normal’s Warm Leatherette), was inspired by JG Ballard’s Crash, but I was never grabbed by the A-side of the 12” I had. Their cover of Mel Torme’s Right Now on the B-side, however, ended up on many mix tapes.

I give it 3 1/2 stars and say ‘Check it out.’

Released: 1980
Produced by Mike Chapman

Side A:
Europa
Live It Up
Here’s Looking at You
The Tide Is High
Angels on the Balcony
Go Through It

Side B:
Do the Dark
Rapture
Faces
T-Birds
Walk Like Me
Follow Me

Autoamerican is probably my favourite Blondie album. I certainly played it the most, and I didn’t really keep up with them after. It’s my favourite despite the two inescapable singles. While The Tide is High and Rapture did boffo business (both hit #1 in the US), at least three other songs would have done well as singles (IMHO), T-Birds, Do the Dark, and Live It Up. (The previous two albums, Eat to the Beat and Parallel Lines had 10 singles released between them.) The crazy thing about Autoamerican is that it shouldn’t work, at all.

From the atmospherics of opener Europa, through some disco, some new wave, the reggae and hip hop of the two singles to Lerner and Lowe’s Follow Me (from Camelot), there’s nothing holding the damn thing together.

Live It Up is almost punk in its lyrics, but closer to disco in execution.
Here’s looking at you is closer to jazz. The Tide Is High started life as a reggae song. Angels on the Balcony is a ghost story with a pop interlude. And side one closes with Go Through It, which is almost country. Those rolling drum fills are gorgeous.

Do the Dark is sort of a disco rock thing. Rapture is the song we all know and love – first hip hop (ya don’t stop, go out to the parking lot) song played on MTV. Of course it was white folks doing it because it would be several more years before Yo! MTV Raps hit the scene.
Faces is a slow beautiful strangeness about the underclass on the Bowery (the neighborhood where CBGB was located), a tribute to the folks living on the street there.

T-Birds, about roller derby of all things, is still (45 years later) my favourite song on the album. It’s rock and roll (with an amusing spoken interlude) that simply works. Walk Like Me continues the rock and roll – its hard edge makes it possibly the one song on the album that wouldn’t have been out of place on Eat to the Beat (or Plastic Letters).

And then the whole thing drops into a little echo chamber with their take on the Lady of the Lake’s song, Follow Me, from Camelot. It closes the album out beautifully.

As I said, it shouldn’t work – but it manages with panache.

I tell a story about my sister having two tickets for Talking Heads at the Pantages in Hollywood in December of 1983. She was already in college and her boyfriend begged off the show she’d bought tickets for. She asked me if I wanted to go. Of course I did, but those gigs were a Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and the hard fast rule for me was no gigs on school nights. Our parents were out of town, and there was no way they’d find out. But I went to Hollywood with my sister and watched her sell the tickets around the corner from the show. How many of you have regrets that have lasted for four decades?

Eight or nine months later, that series of gigs was immortalized on film as Stop Making Sense. I went to see it in the theatre three or four times in its initial run (once with friends who were flying on LSD – I didn’t partake of that either) and I’ve seen it at least three or four more times in the intervening decades. And I’ve listened to the album hundreds of times. I’ve had it on tape, CD, and download.

So ever since that teaser of David Byrne picking up his big suit from the dry cleaner came out, I’ve been keen to see it again on the big screen. And I finally did this week with my friend Cheryl (who hadn’t seen it since that initial run). From that beautiful moment when Byrne walks out on a bare stage with an acoustic guitar and a boom box and says “I have a tape I want to play for you” and we hear the backing of Psycho Killer, we know we’re in for something special.

With each of the next several songs, another band member comes on: Tina Weymouth to play bass on Heaven, Chris Franz to play drums (the drum riser rolled out by crew all in black) on Thank You For Sending Me An Angel, and then guitarist/keyboardist Jerry Harrison on Found A Job. Two backup singers, Lynn Mabry and Edna Holt, percussionist Steve Scales, and guitarist Alex Weir join the action for Slippery People. Finally keyboardist Bernie Worrell joins on Burning Down the House.

On seeing it in 1984, everything was very new to me in terms of how rock and roll was put on film. The first surprise, having been far more familiar with the music than the visuals, is that there are two capable singers on stage for the song Heaven, but Tina Weymouth doesn’t have a mic. Lynn Mabry sings harmony from offstage. (Later in the film, Byrne leaves the stage to Weymouth and Franz, aka Tom Tom Club, to perform their hit Genius of Love, on which Weymouth sings lead. It’s not as though she couldn’t have harmonized on Heaven, as she was already on stage.)

As the film moves forward, there’s wonder in how long the cameras linger on Byrne, and occasionally on the other musicians. There’s none of the jump-cut editing that so annoys me on Strictly Come Dancing (and, to be honest, most movies these days), which is nice. On the other hand, there are nine really capable musicians  on stage for most of the performance and the joy of a good performance film is being able to see them interact in the context of their art. The most egregious example of the hyper-focus on Byrne is the song Once In a Lifetime. The camera doesn’t move for five of the song’s 5 1/2 minutes, and when it does, we see Holt and Mabry out of focus doing interesting dance moves that Demme didn’t think we’d be interested in, somehow. (Then there’s this Siskel and Ebert review in which all they talk about is Byrne.)

There are other places in Stop Making Sense where we get wider camera angles and see the interplay of the performers, most notably in the gorgeous Naive Melody.

In ‘83, Talking Heads were touring their fifth album, the damn near flawless Speaking In Tongues, which provides six of the film’s 16 tracks. The sound on all of the songs (especially from the third song onward) is fuller and deeper than on the studio albums (and even the versions found on earlier live compilation The Name of this Band Is Talking Heads. When you can see the other members of the band, you can tell they’re firing on all cylinders, having performed as quartet for several years before expanding in ‘80 and ‘81 to a much larger touring act.

Even in ‘83 there was animosity between Byrne and the other Talking Heads, and they continued for three more very interesting albums (Little Creatures, True Stories, and Naked), but they never toured again. While the music on Stop Making Sense is obviously a collaboration of brilliant and capable musicians, one can only wish that the band and film makers had seen fit to share more of that collaboration with the audience.

Stop Making Sense on Spotify
Tom Tom Club: Genius of Love (YouTube)

I’ve been reading fantasy and science fiction for over 40 years. Piers Anthony and Robert Heinlein were mainstays through my adolescence as were Stephen Donaldson and Stephen King. In the last couple of years I’ve focused a lot more on writers who aren’t white men. I know that my experience is by no means exhaustive, but fantasy in the last few years seems to have made a real leap in terms of the presentation of sexuality and gender roles.

The dynamics between characters with regards to sexuality, gender, and gender roles have taken a giant leap forward. Consider Star Trek, which was itself a leap forward with a Black woman, an alien (played by the son of East European Jewish immigrants), a Russian, and a Scot holding lead roles alongside the only slightly evolved Wild West White Male hero. In the late 60s there was almost no hint of non-binary sexualities. Gene Roddenberry had advanced a little beyond the rigid gender roles espoused by Robert Heinlein. Consider Stranger in a Strange Land. The titular character a human raised on Mars, whose parents were two of the four crew members of a mission who managed to kill one another out of jealousy (if I recall rightly). He returns to Earth as a messiah of sorts, but all the surrounding characters (including Heinlein’s perennial stand-in Jubal Harshaw) are very much about the heterosexual/dominant male dynamic, more evolved though Heinlein might have preferred them to be.

Fast forward to the early 90s, we get Storm Constantine’s Wraeththu trilogy, which imagines a world with a very queer milieu of traditional humans and this next level hermaphroditic race who become who they are through a kind of vampiric infection. Constantine was writing this at the height of the AIDS epidemic and imagining infections that made one more powerful, better able to heal, and impervious to (rather than suffering an accelerated) mortality. In addition, it’s humans, not the very queer Wraeththu who are on the way out. There’s definitely a revolution in her approach to fantasy, but it’s also a reaction to the time.

Fast forward to now. I have no idea if the writers I’m enjoying today are at all representative, but consider these. In the first book in Becky Chambers’ Wayfarers series, two of our humans fall in love with distinctly different aliens. Captain Pei (an Aeluon – a sort of reptilian biped) and Captain Ashby have a relatively hetero relationship, but at the heart is the fact that extra-species relationships are explicitly taboo for Aeluons. She has to keep her relationship with Ashby secret through the whole series. Chambers has derived these characters from deep considerations of how different species might evolve. When Rosemary and Sissix connect, we’ve already learned that the adult Aandrisks (Sissix’s species) raise families of offspring that they haven’t themselves given birth to. The whole clan structure is discussed before their ship lands on Sissix’s home planet. The fact that she connects with a human, however, is a matter of course and not addressed as strange.

The characters in Neon Yang’s Tensorate Series are born without gender and decide sometime after adolescence which path to take. Our heroes in the first books are twins and one decides for female, the other male. And the male takes up with one who made no transition.

In Charlie Jane Anders’ Victories Greater Than Death, the human characters introduce themselves with their pronouns. Is this heavy-handed? I’m not sure. They’ve got something like a babelfish. When our hero introduces herself to a Chinese character with her pronouns and a whole bunch of hard-to-digest information, she asks if everything made sense. The other says, ‘I’m Wang Yiwei. Your Mandarin is hardcore except the part where you try to use gendered pronouns.’ Anders acknowledges that in a very diverse galaxy, some species might feel differently still.‘Then acting Senior Engineer Yma is a Zyzyian (small, slimy, blows bubbles all the time). It’s a huge insult to use any kind of pronoun to refer to Zyzyians – like, a battle-to-the-death-level insult.’

Also, in addition to the crew of the main ship being aliens from all over, the humans who join are from all over. Tina and Rachael are Americans, Damini is from Mumbai, another is from Brazil.

Nghi Vo introduces a character on page 1 of The Empress of Salt and Fortune ,as ‘they’ as does Nino Cipri in the LitenVerse books (Finna and Defekt, which take place in a very weird version of Ikea).

I think my favourite of this new kind of fantasy is Seanan McGuire’s Wayward Children series. (And it’s really easy to mix up Wayward Children and Wayfarers, I know). The conceit of Wayward Children is that the main characters all end up at a school for kids who have been through doors into what we would call fantasy worlds. McGuire takes the idea of how the kids in The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe would actually have interacted with their parents upon return from Narnia, and how very hard they would have been to deal with and what if we could shunt them off to someone who could actually handle all the blather they talk about Narnia and talking lions and fauns and evil witches. So we go to Eleanor West’s School for Wayward Children. All of our kids have been somewhere else and returned. And long to go back to the Goblin Market (where every trade is based on agreed upon fair value) or the Moors (ruled by a vampire and a mad scientist always in competition) or Confection which is sugar and sweet and nonsense. Kade is trans, Jack and Jill are twin girls (and require a look into their histories to recall what made Jack different. But all of their differences are cherished and the fantasy aspects of their adventures are as normal as the differences in sex and gender.

When Yskander says to Mahit in Arkady Martine’s A Memory Called Empire that she ‘should do something about’ her feelings for Three Seagrass, it’s solely an acknowledgement that love should be attended to. Yskander had had both male and female lovers and acknowledged love as the key to things. (This brings to mind the end of Luc Besson’s The Fifth Element in which love is quite literally the key. Beautiful but annoyingly heterocentric, much like Besson’s more recent Valerian.)

I’d love to know what Constantine would think of these modern evocations of love in all its normality. Sadly she passed away earlier this year, having labored in some obscurity for the last couple of decades. I’m finding in my reread of Enchantments of Flesh and Spirit (the first of the Wraeththu books) a sort of normalization of queer love, but it’s very much in opposition to that of humanity (credit in the straight world, as Courtney Love once put it). Non-Wraeththu society still exists in opposition to queerness. Where we are now is (despite the anti-gay battles still being fought) offers a modicum harmony. Even in Constantine’s queer Utopia, one character says that if he hadn’t been elevated to Wraeththu, he’d just be a queer. This might be a reflection of the character’s own self-hatred (which manifests in a number of ways) or it might be that even at the end of humanity, love and desire still evoke senses of shame.

Ongoing radio drama podcast The Strange Case of the Starship Iris deals in much the same realm of sex, gender, and race being aspects of life and makes the embrace of same central to the plot. Populated mostly by humans, and one Dwarnian, the titular starship is a mixed bag of characters. Dwarnians and humanity fought a disastrous war, but the Dwarnian on Iris is engaged to Brian Jeeter who’s trans, and the other humans, male and female are from all over, as are the actors. Liu, Patel, Captain Tripathi. The cast, based on the actors’ names are equally from all over.

My experience of fantasy writing nowadays is very much informed by the fact that I’m focusing on writing by women and trans authors. I have little or no idea how representative these writers are, but Chambers and Martine are nominees (winners?) for major SF awards. It’s not as though these are niche writers at this point.