[a]Brett Anderson[/a]’s never been one to shirk a ludicrous metaphor. Twelve years after hitting on a girl that was “[i]the colour of a magazine[/i]”, the daft loon’s prancing merrily ’neath…

Masturbation and cocaine addiction may, generally speaking, be considered the highest forms of self-indulgence, but they’ve got nothing on a Brett Anderson solo album. Once Britpop’s snake-hipped pretend-bisexual clown prince,…

Flying pigs, dying planets, cooling suns and falling stars – just a normal day in the life of Brett Anderson, who, if he doesn’t mind us saying, really needs to…

Ever the fan of the dramatic, not to mention seedy metaphor, as Brett the elder howls, “I am the needle and you are the vein” on ‘Dust And Rain’, a…

Hang on to your fairy-wings ’cos the crown ponce of pop is back (let’s ignore The Tears, shall we?). Dishing out the same cod sixth-form poetry we loved him for…