Brett Anderson | Brett Anderson
Drowned in Sound
Brett Anderson is already aging that applies to both his music and his heart. It is just similar to a leaky balloon which is losing its plumpness and elasticity unconsciously. I don’t know how long does it take to be able to dIfferentiate this Brett Anderson self-titled album from the Tears at reunion with Bernard Butler as well as the Golden era of Suede. The performance of the vocal and the Timbre and arrangement of guitars are all in situ as if the same autograph never changes. But what good grief is the unchanged ingredients are being added water so that the quality is being blurred. Of course "Dust and Rain"and "Intimacy" don’t own the quality of being wildly charming which belongs to the earlier Suede. Worse still, from a commercial standpoint, they cannot grip the pleasant dance-beat and the mellow melanchony from "Coming Up" and "Head Music". Still even the outstanding "Scorpio Rising" or "Ebony"are only the phonies of "Saturday Night".
The whole album which contains mainly Love Ballaad more or less is the extention of the single "Love Is Dead". The application of String is suprisingly loud. The enchantment of melanchony is aptly tuned as if a Superstar gets back to the music scene from ages for comforting the mutually aging fans, the fans of Suede only. It is with no doubt that it merely makes us to recap the lovely Suede from ten years ago. Well, the saddest thing is that album was ranked by Pitchfork at the bottom 2.9.
My Choice: The More We Possess The Less We Own Course