Skunk Anansie are a band that take me back ten years or so, when I was still desperate to see them but never found the chance. With an 8 year hiatus, it was a pleasure to see and photograph the final date of their reunion tour in Brixton. Whilst I did see (and photograph) Skin performing solo back in 2005, I’ve been dying to see the band in full. And my oh my, it was no disappointment. My friend Lowri wrote a review for Spoonfed:
Skunk Anansie have been one of those bands for me. Important and personal. They emerged back in 1994 when I was in high school, still pre-formed and impressionable. I don’t remember first hearing them – but I’ve always loved them intensely.
To a generation of teenage girls (they have plenty of male fans too but their angry, beautiful songs speak particularly to females) Skin represented independence, pride, an unapologetically different kind of sex appeal and a screw you attitude which we all idolised. Angry and hurt and twisted and scared and horny, her lyrics, when shouted at the tops of our voices (which they usually were) were a rallying cry. They were the anthems to our adolescence.
