Suede are certainly not 'like kids' any more, but this is their currency, tracing back to Trash, which laid down the template for this, many vague replicas of which have come off the production line since, though not for a while. You can't help but have slightly mixed feelings about this, especially if you go back a bit with the band. Although I was never a full convert, they were such a breath of fresh air when they first arrived in 1993 and frankly shook the moribund music scene that existed in Britain at the time to its senses.
It's a shame, given all that, that this song, which comes ahead of their new album is frankly so unadventurous. Still, it's got a good tune, I sat up in the sofa when it played a few minutes back on the radio, and most of all it says that they've survived. Good luck to them. The guitars on here sound quite magnificent, almost as if they're soundtracking some alternative Bond movie. Brett Anderson sings from his worn but trusty script and at the end there's a crowd of chanting school kids in the best Glam traditions.
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