Wednesday 29 March 2023

It was thirty years ago today

'Suede' by SuedeSuede's eponymous debut album was released on this day, thirty years ago. Cue mild angst about the passing of time and generally feeling old.

Looking back, I was desperate for it to be released. I had loved the singles that had preceded it but, more than that, I think I was still looking for a group to fill the Smiths-shaped hole in my life. Would Suede be it, I wondered?

Truth be told, I was a little disappointed with the album at first because, much like the debut from that Mancunian quartet that I still so sorely missed, it fell slightly short in a few areas. Firstly, there weren't enough new songs - The Drowners, Metal Mickey and Animal Nitrate had all been released as singles already, which meant only eight new tracks on the album. And then there were the lyrics: I wanted Brett to be the new Morrissey, and he was clearly trying hard. Maybe too hard. But for whatever reason, I felt it wasn't quite enough. Bernard's guitar brilliance won me over though, and it became an album I played an awful lot through '93 and '94. It also became a go-to source for the mix-tapes that I made to send across the pond to my much-missed friend in Philadephia.

I was lucky enough to see Suede live earlier this month. Five songs from the eleven on Suede made it into the nineteen-song setlist, which tells its own story: firstly how much they are adored by the band's fanbase, but also how well they have stood the test of time. Here's one that they played, and I can confirm that it still cooks:

And here's something for the guitarists among us: a fascinating insight from Bernard on how to play it:

I love this, almost as much as I love the fact that he still has all the same kit he recorded it on.

What else? How about a song from the debut album that didn't get played at this month's gig? This was one of my favourites back in '93, mostly for its fizzing intro - Simon's barrelling drum-rolls and Bernard's Gibson flanged-pedalled to within an inch of its life. God, it was an exciting way to start a record in 1993. Still is, in my book.

To end, a quiet, special moment from that gig earlier this month: Brett and Neil gave us The Next Life, the debut album's most delicate moment. It was quite something, only slightly marred (where I was stood) by people having a good old chin-wag all around me. Grrrr! What is it with that? Surely you've come to a gig to hear the music? If you just want to have a chat, some of you even with your back to the stage, piss off to the pub! Christ! Sorry, it gets my goat, as you can tell. Let's restore order and get back to that lovely fragile live rendition.

Happy 30th, Suede. As it turned out, the Smiths-shaped hole only ever came close to being filled when Gene came along, but you still have a special place in my heart. More "on this day in music history" nonsense on Friday.

11 comments:

  1. People talking at gigs...don't get me started. Sounds like you had a great night though. My favourite Suede album would have to be Coming Up - I love those big pop songs. I haven't seen the band since The Roundhouse in 1996 and would've been at the UEA a couple of weeks back, had I not been across the pond.

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    1. It was a mighty fine night, gig talkers aside!

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  2. What lovely, heartfelt writing. Indeed, can't believe the album is 30 years old but we find ourselves saying that more and more these days (there's lots of things I'm finally starting to understand about the conversations of older people that used to baffle me when I was young!) Apart from those annoying chatterboxes (ditto all you say), the gig sounds fantastic. As does Brett in that clip. Long live Suede.

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    1. And, boy, does he still look cool too!

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    2. Yes, he was pretty amazing, an energised frontman who knows how to engage with his people.

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  3. I have several friends who've seen them recently and all say they're better than ever live.

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    1. Agreed. They've got it down to a fine art.

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  4. There was a real feeling of "something new" is coming about the debut - and not just cos we know the Britpop story that happened next.
    Remained their best album until last years Autofiction gave it a real close run

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    1. Yes, Autofiction is way better than it has any right to be. When the mood takes me I can also be very partial to Dog Man Star.

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