The Creatures are a jagged, splinter group of the experimental British post-punk band Siouxsie and the Banshees. Venturing out on their own, singer Siouxsie and drummer Budgie have come up with an exotic and arresting album. Each song is an aural adventure: "Standing There" starts with a chilly beatnik jazz mood, then shifts into what calls to mind Kurt Weill with tribal drums. "Fury Eyes" comes across like a Chinese mambo. "Killing Time" is part strut, part death march. Ghostly moans and a Moorish trumpet solo from Rico Tomasso color "Manchild" a ghastly off-white.
Siouxsie's unconventional voice is not pretty or warm or even flexible, but it is oddly affecting, an impact due in no small measure to her uncanny skill at creating resonance and reflection through over-dubbing. At times that voice becomes positively otherworldly, for instance on "You!", a song so simple but so warped it belongs on Beetle juice's hit parade.
The Creatures, along with co-producer Mike Hedges, have fashioned striking minimalist accompaniments for Siouxsie's flights of vocal fancy. Guaranteed, this is not music that you will be humming in the shower—or even hearing on the radio. But if the '90s continue to give us albums as strange and wonderful as Boomerang, it should shape up to be a very interesting decade. (Geffen)