The Tears/The Magic Numbers/The Dead 60's/Nine...
NME is on a breakneck jet-ride through time and space, our time capsule cunningly disguised as the Astoria . First stop: 1992, where we find Nine Black Alps gamely reanimating the corpse of college rock for a new generation as yet...
Suede : Singles
Asphalt, terylene, glitter and grit… Suede were a band who knew their substances. Right from their first single in 1992, Brett Anderson and the boys had an eye and instinct for the sights, smells, feelings and tastes that made up the fabric of...
Suede : London ICA
Wrenching music out of the hands of shoegazing imbeciles and intravenously injecting it with a heavy dose of glamour and sleaze a decade ago, Suede should have ruled the nineties with a glittery fist. And now they’ve a five night...
Suede : Obsessions
A dark cloud hangs over Suede right now. Their new ‘positive’ direction has been greeted with an apathetic shrug by everyone but the most devoted, so it’s promising to see a return to the darker side of the band with this sweetly sordid...
Suede : A New Morning
For a while back there Suede had the lot. A machine-gun drummer, a six-foot six-inch stick insect on bass, a glam Johnny Marr on guitar and a 'Cracked Actor' era Libertines on vocals. All with lyrics hand delivered by J.G.Ballard. It couldn't...
Suede : Positivity
Over two years in the works, four producers used, an entire album of sub-standard material binned and a total cost of £122million - it's Suede ! And they're back! Oh my God. 'Positivity' sounds like it could be lifted from 1996's 'Coming...
Suede : London Royal Festival Hall
For Suede ’s first public outing in over two years, Brett Anderson arrives with a streaky blond barnet and a sunny batch of fresh tunes. Swept along by a nine-piece string section, forthcoming album tracks ‘Positivity’, ‘Lost In TV’...
Liverpool Royal Court
It's a grim night for a battle. The rain pours down hard on a dull grey Merseyside and Liverpool's Beautiful Ones huddle together outside in the cold, their cherished individuality, for the moment, washed away in a blur of leather jackets...
Suede : She's in fashion
Gawd luv 'em, they just don't care. Nearly ten years of singing the same songs, wearing the same clothes, striking the same poses, and Suede 's resolve remains ironclad, unbreachable. While others D OK, Blur D succumb and concede that the damn...
Head Music
Brett Anderson feels real when he's walking like a woman, talking like a Stone Age man. It's true! He feels schizo, ever so psycho. He knows a woman who's as stupid as a mouse and - brilliant - she lives in a house. What's she cooking him? Some...
