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When “Suede” arrived I was visiting my girlfriend in the nowhere town she lived in.

Two nobodies in nowhere; the Suede demographic.

At her parents house, sat together on the sofa poring over the lyric sheet as one glam rock, indie pop, sleazy bed track, sex and drug referencing slab of brilliance followed another.

It’s a heartbreaking, achingly sad and fabulously enigmatic album.  It washes over you and leaves you barely above water.  Drowning.  Gasping.  Dying.  Yet happy to be there.

“I was cut from the wreckage one day.” and the band doing the cutting were Suede.

Animal lovers.


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