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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
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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