Our man here was the lead singer of a unique "glam-rock" british band called Suede (The London Suede here in the States), at least the first two albums have to be considered "classics" that defined the 90s back in Albion.
I was totally not expecting a solo album from him, i have to admit that i kind of forgot about them, except when Anderson and Butler released the Suede-lite album as The Tears in 2005.
This is a romantic affair, the mood is mellow and sad, the strings are heavily present, the lyrics are heartfelt and sometimes slightly dull but with his voice you'll forgive the details and embrace the power of these songs starting with first single "Love Is Dead" through the "One Lazy Morning", "Dust And Rain", the spectacular "To The Winter" and so on with tunes as simple as they are effective, with Brett pouring his heart out like a true survivor and not in the way of a 20 year old pretending to describe life without even ever been "there" (do you hear me Keane?)
As usual british press has a problem with this record, as they always do with music filled with too much "emotions", as soon as an artist gets off his band routine and give out a bit of his more mature feelings and ideas, they target him as a loser, as weak and hopeless. It can be true at times, but this album (that's being playing non stop in my player) is a sign that there is life after the success/drugs/party/rehab/reunion/marriage/divorce saga, and i, against every opinion, will pick this record over all of the wannabe young rock bands that sound the same, because in music, like in life, you have to get "there" first and Suede reached the stars before crashing them, Brett Anderson is simply picking up the fallen pieces.
Respect is due.
8/10
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