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Rating: Can you grab your foot with your hand and, straightening your leg, pull it up over your head? I can't, if I try, I get hurt; Siouxsie, on the other hand, can.
I loved the way that woman moves on stage. Slow, sensual, punctuated by a somewhat circus-like contortionism but always stylish, which - well - she can afford thanks to the nice physique she has. At 51, Mrs. Ballion was truly in GREAT shape, physically and musically: great concert last night in Turin with a nice and sparse electro-rock band (guitar-bass-drums + synth and percussion) that provided a nice sound carpet for the show of the former dark priestess who - given that time inevitably changes things a bit - officiated last night in a luminous, glittering golden jumpsuit.
Almost the entire last album ("Manta ray," her first truly solo album in a thirty-year career, see), a handful of great classics ("Christine", "Happy house", the inevitable "Israel") an atypical cover ("these boots are made for walkin'"(!)) but arranged ad hoc to fit well with the rest, for a concert whose only flaw in my opinion was being too short. Certainly, Siouxsie didn't hold back, but a little over an hour and a two-piece encore is just too little for 25 euros. She sang excellently (a few flaws only on "Happy house" and a little professionalism here and there but we were really there) and moved wonderfully, making her presence in tight-fitted golden lamé a bright beacon on stage, riding not with force but at least with personality the fabric of measured synth-ethic rock constructed by her band that retraced, simplifying without losing allure, the sounds of the album.
Maybe I didn't love certain characters madly back in the day, but finding them now so tonic makes me crazy about them.. would be great to have more like them..
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