With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
Suede : She's in fashion
[B]'She's In Fashion'[/B] is a balmy, barmy beaut, shimmering grooves turning a blithe eye to the world, as [B]Brett Anderson[/B] waxes lyrical balderdash about some wench he spotted pricing spuds in
t he fire.
The thing is, they've suddenly become fantastically good at it. The improvement curve instituted by Neil Codling's arrival has
now swept away all traces of the self-conscious mal viveur schtick that rendered previous flights of fantasy so crushingly mundane,
perhaps ushered along something akin to a sense of humour. Soused
acoustic guitar'd empathy, with a vaporous keyboard motif inescapably reminiscent of Duran Duran's 'Save A Prayer', 'She's In Fashion' is a balmy, barmy beaut, shimmering grooves turning a blithe eye to the world, as Brett Anderson waxes lyrical balderdash about some wench he spotted pricing spuds in Waitrose: "She's as similar as you can get/To the shape of a cigarette". Yok. For a man whose voice and metrical acumen have long been the toast of indie karaoke sessions across the land, Anderson has finally sussed that no-one is better qualified to parody himself than he.
Even the title seems suspiciously like a joke, suggesting 'She's In Parties' by Bauhaus, another band derided in their time as crap, mirthless Bowie replicants. But hey, we've got Gay Dad for that now. Suede, meantime, they're
on a suntan.
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