A certain sense of mystery attends Siouxsie Sioux’s sudden reappearance, 16 years after she last released an album and a decade on from her last live show. There have been no interviews, no talk of a new release, just an intermittent string of gigs and festival appearances, the latter of which have found little favour with the singer: “Bloody festivals,” she grumbles between songs, “with their short sets.”
The more elaborate London shows – with which, it appears, her brief tour is concluding – seem to suit her better. Instead of a support act, top-hatted and sequined dancers and musicians crowd the stairs at either side of the Troxy’s auditorium, doing old-fashioned showbiz moves to 30s swing, underlaid with a ferocious techno pulse.
