reviews on suede

HEAD MUSIC
by MS from Yugoslavia
Star rating: **** out of ***** (4/5)

'The' album is finished... or should I say - done? With all of the media props (and probs), even Toni Blair knows Electricity by hard... not to mention Mansun. "She shaking it obscene under electric lights, waving her violent hands, blah blah.." Sounds familiar? Yes, that's Brett Anderson's work of genious, alright. But let's not be stereotypical so I won't mention any lyric habits or reduplications. Since I'm not a fanatic, I'm allowed to say that the album is not 'polished perfect', but I'm also not in press so I won't say that 'OK Computer is 3 stars better'.

Ah, but let's DO say something, shall we? If you'd take all of the previous 3 albums and mix the most characteristical bits of each song, you'd get Head Music. The least off Suede though. Maybe Can't Get Enough and Asbestos. Yes, completely different production, I'm well aware. No mad guitar reverberations and Brett's squeeled barking... or is it just I got a bad tape copy? No 'boiled bags' and 'peeled skins' that 'old' fans are so anxious to hear again, BUT this is Suede, after all. Not even Oasis will do that... again.

Off Dog Man Star, there are calm, even a bit like halcyon tunes. Just like a Disco record, you need to take a break and breathe after jumping all over the flat. Which, in any sense, Dog Man Star was.The songs that could be mentioned in this manner are Everything Will Flow, Down, Indian Strings and He's Gone. Metaphorically, nostalgic sighs loudly echoing in the night... London night, let's not forget that.

And here we are, at Coming Up jolly-like tunes and the relish of Femme glamour. Especially songs like Savoir Faire and She's In Fashion, which, whilst listening to, make you feel like slowly swanking over glass catwalk on a light summer breeze, winking at Bryan Ferry while Peter Saville's asking you to move your head right... you may wake up now. Yes, that's what I like about Suede - their sleeves. Some might probably think that I'm talking pure bollocks, and that I couldn't get a job even in Daily Mirror, but.. (..I don't even want that).. it's June, for f**k's sake, you don't need reading my reviews And if you haven't heard it yet, you must be an old angry fan chewing on those cliche(/)pharses, like "I told you,Bowie's contagious" or maybe you're just... a Finn?

And, of course, there are some new spices, a trippy Hi-Fi that associates with desperate walking around Underground, watching 'pretty people go by', or simply 'waiting for a bloody Tube'. Anyway, anyway.. And Head Music which sounds like a tune that you hear in the background of some Custard Pots TV ad, only for a fair string better. It's still one step ahead, so let's not bring them down like that. Better something than nothing, right?

I think that Mr. Anderson once said how he's an optimist, so try to make a virtue of (their) necessity. Oh, and yes, about the lyrics. How would you feel if they'd stop wearing black?