More of the same - don't ever change, Brett
Fuck, Suede have gone speed garage! I am kidding, of course. It’s business as usual here, which means: enter stage left ol’ floppy fringe, waltzing and bum-shaking his way through three minutes of lyrics concerning scratches, scars and, er, porcelain (“Drop me once/And I will fall to bits“). To which I can only say: God bless Brett Anderson’s tried-and-tested songwriting formula, and don’t ever change.