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The Siouxsie story has become something of a punk fable: Glam-loving suburban girl named Susan Dallion discovers the Sex Pistols, joins the legendary Bromley Contingent that follows the band around, even accompanies said Pistols for their obscenity-laden appearance on the Bill Grundy TV programme. Fed up with the groupie bit, she forms her own band—with John Simon Ritchie (aka Sid Vicious) on drums—gussies herself up like a Nazi wet dream, and, voila, the rest is history (not to mention boom times for the eye-shadow industry). Siouxsie Sioux has long since abandoned the swastikas and fishnets in favor of haughtier couture; poor Sid went permanently Goth back in ’79. And after innumerable musical zigzags and personnel changes—Robert “Bloated Son of Siouxsie” Smith himself joined, quit, and rejoined the band some 473 times—the gloom-rock outfit that turned glum-faced club kids on to the Beatles and Iggy followed Sid to the grave after the Banshees’ 1995 album, The Rapture. But now the pasty-faced ones are back. And like the reformed Sex Pistols of six years ago, Siouxsie and the Banshees find themselves in the unenviable position of selling nostalgia to a generation whose rallying cry was “No Future!” But what the hey, open your wallets—the band’s got some great songs, and if Siouxsie & Co. don’t keep your interest, you can always gawk at the audience. Besides: We all wanna know what a 40-plus-year-old Goth rocker looks like. Find out at 7 p.m. Wednesday, April 17, at Nation, 1015 Half St. SE. $35. (202) 554-1500. (Michael Little)