Siouxsie & the Banshees at Crackers, London, July 1977

Crackers is designed like a sewer. One path leads to the toilets, one path leads to the bar, and if you’re lucky you’ll find the stage in half an hour. Oh, and when you get there you can SWEAT. It makes the Marquee seem like a refrigerator!

Such whines are worth considering if Crackers is to take over from that corpse the Roxy as London’s premier gig for misfits, which is how one feels forced to describe Siouxsie & the Banshees, a band who have just been blown out of a prestigious tour for being ‘Nazis’. Novel? Yes.

Very good copy too, but . . . give the singer some, huh? Let Siouxsie & the Banshees live, learn and GIG.

They’ll give you records if you’re extra nice. records to disturb and excite you. You don’t goosestep to it, darling, you dance, just like Siouxsie used to dance to those anarchists the Sex Pistols at the 100 Club.

Siouxsie & the Banshees have the potential to be one of the seventies’ most vital bands; they have classic songs, a near incomparable sound, and the most interesting girl performer to come along in oh – a couple of million years. Maybe I’ll just go out on the street and beg for ’em. (Record Mirror)

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