After two warmup gigs at London’s 100 Club and the Manchester Ritz, a re-formed Suede played the Royal Albert Hall last night (March 24) as part of the Teenage Cancer Trust Series. I know, I know. Another Suede post? I will not proselytize but I will not apologize.
The set list was as follows:
I’m just going to say up front that this post has it all. Violence, celebrities and a killer soundtrack. Plus it takes place in the big city. Do I smell the makings of a cult indie film? I think I… oh wait. No, that’s just my socks. Continue reading “All Choked Up”
suede in melody maker, 04.92
English, twisted and sexual. That’s how guitarist Bernard Butler described Suede in 1992. For a brief moment that was all but lost to most Americans, Suede had the lot. The look, the tunes, the love and poison. To paraphrase singer Brett Anderson, if mainstream music was the rose-covered bed, Suede was the used condom on the floor. Continue reading “(Re)Introducing the Band”
Well here it is, and here I am. And where do we go from here? Well, that’s the real trick, isn’t it? I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see, you and me. Continue reading “Fumbling Politeness”
