Through the dark of night they crept with memories of glamour from days gone by. Their expectations high – it’s a chance for these people to drift back into a stylised past. It’s probably a mystery to many who know them that a few years ago they loved the affected vowels sounds, hip twisting and microphone swinging of Brett Anderson. Now once again they had the chance to witness and listen to him and descended on North Greenwich in force for a chance to relive these moments.
A temporarily reformed Suede played the O2 in London this week. All dressed in black, the band entered the stage as they used to do at the height of their popularity to Introducing the Band. Their die-hard fans cheered and waited with bated breath for their favourite songs. They came thick and fast – The Drowners, The Beautiful Ones, Metal Mickey, So Young, We Are the Pigs. The list goes on and on. It’s funny now how you notice the sometimes simplistic rhyming but it makes it easy to sing along.
We marvelled at how well Brett looked given his self-proclaimed previous ummm unhealthy lifestyle. He’s turned himself around to a poster-boy for fitness itself. He hammered that stage to the full. Only the middle few songs lowered his energy, and frankly ours, a little – turning the mood sombre, not always in the most pleasant way. I often found their softer moments a bit hit or miss. Brett even strummed on guitar and gave us an acoustic performance.
The stage backdrop was beautiful – switching between the vibrant artwork of each single and their creative album covers. The covers of the 1996 album Coming Up and the single Beautiful Ones were two of my favourites.
We had fun but sadly it all had to slide away in the end to one of their most haunting tracks, the comforting lilting sound of Saturday Night. We die-hard fans disappeared to our homes quietly to maybe seek out the old videos on until Suede next treat us to a little chutzpah.
Cherrydial 
Its pronounced Sueeeedeeeee!.
It certainleeee is.