To those of you who don’t know who John McGeoch is, he was a guitarist with the Banshees from 1980 - 1982. The band released some of their most highly acclaimed material in this time, and I think he was a large factor in that.
He played on Kaleidoscope, Juju and a Kiss in the Dreamhouse. I feel the guy deserves a lot more praise than he gets (he certainly deserves more praise than The Edge anyway). I’m going to go as far as to calling him the greatest post-punk guitarist..
So if you like the Banshees work from 1980 - 1982, I’d recommend checking out Magazine’s first three albums and Public Image Ltd.’s later work. A phenomenal guitarist and may he rest in peace.
Apologies for that tangent.

To those of you who don’t know who John McGeoch is, he was a guitarist with the Banshees from 1980 - 1982. The band released some of their most highly acclaimed material in this time, and I think he was a large factor in that.

He played on Kaleidoscope, Juju and a Kiss in the Dreamhouse. I feel the guy deserves a lot more praise than he gets (he certainly deserves more praise than The Edge anyway). I’m going to go as far as to calling him the greatest post-punk guitarist..

So if you like the Banshees work from 1980 - 1982, I’d recommend checking out Magazine’s first three albums and Public Image Ltd.’s later work. A phenomenal guitarist and may he rest in peace.

Apologies for that tangent.

Siouxsie and the Banshees - Il Est Ne Le Divin Enfant.

Featuring everyone’s favourite Robert Smith. Lost and unsure what to do by the looks of things.

Merry late Christmas.

Siouxsie and the Banshees - Melt!
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Siouxsie and the Banshees - Melt!

You are the melting man
You are your situation
There is no time to breathe
And yet one single breath
Leads to an insatiable desire
Of suicide in sex

So many blazing orchids
Burning in your throat
Making you choke
Making you sigh
Sigh in tiny deaths

So Melt
My lover, melt
She said melt
My lover, melt

You are the melting man
And as you melt
You are beheaded
Handcuffed in lace, blood, & sperm

Swimming in poison
Gasping in the fragrance
Sweat carves a screenplay
Of discipline and devotion

So Melt
My lover, melt
She said melt
My lover, melt

Can you see?
See into the black of a long, black car
Pulling away from a funeral of flowers
With my hand between your legs
Melting…