In the recent batch of CDs I picked up at my local Virgin Megastore was A Bestiary of by the Creatures, a compilation of Robert Smith contemporaries the Creatures’ early catalog of the Wild Things EP from ’81, the Feast LP from ’83, and the and Miss the Girl and Right Now/Weathercade singles from ’83.
The Creatures are Siouxsie Sioux of Siouxsie and the Banshees and Banshees drummer, Budgie. Comprised thus of only rhythm and vox, this disc is an exploration of the textures evoked by layering complicated percussive patterns, spectral pads, cross-cultural/multi-lingual vocal samples, and Siousie’s dirging… (Ok, I’m picturing Futurama’s Zap Branigan saying this) …eroticism. Listening through to the end of the disc yields the bonus of the final track, Right Now, a surprise horn-adorned jog into sexual immediacy’s gape that, despite the horn line, still seems to rely more on vocal texture and drums than anything else to move the song along.
Now, how to describe all this without using all the same stock phrases that all goth reviews have used usque ad nauseum to express just how Siouxsie’s choice of phrase and her unmistakable inflection (interspersed with assorted moans and sundry impassioned escaped utterings) combine to impart the certainty of a dire last chance irrespective of her subject matter?
This is a great disc, holding the attention with spare arrangements and experimental instrumentation and Siouxsie’s timelessly terrible (in the old-testament sense) sex, a taste nailed on the tongue as she tickles the ears.