The answer, it turns out, is nothing. The Sisters have been in abeyance for years, though under certain circumstances round here we have been known to pull out 'First And Last And Always', spark up a patchouli joss stick and recall smoky nights in damp Birmingham pubs.
Alex Petridis' pleasingly sympathetic Guardian article suggests that elderly goths ain't giving up the ghost. The siren calls into middle-age and beyond. Intriguingly, this is not the first time the paper has pondered goth's longevity and the plight of its middle-aged practitioners. There's more here, here and here. We can only speculate on what this might mean.
I remember chronicling my own time as a suburban goth for a cool little style mag called Cheap Date many, many years ago. If I can locate the floppy disk (yup) which contains that piece, it may see the light of day here. We are not alone, it appears, in retaining a little black in our blood.
Below, maximum dub-metal melodrama from the Sisters, plus Red Lorry Yellow Lorry and Death Cult. "Beyond the black horizon, beyond the things that you know..."