Suede ~ My Insatiable One

(written: 2 March 2004)



Sometimes a song- hell, even a band- sneaks under the radar for so long, that one day you wake up and realize like a chisel in the ribs just how influential they are.

North America has commited some attrocities when it comes to ignoring revolutionary British bands: The Catherine Wheel, The Stone Roses, the early work of The Verve... None, however, is more grievious than the ignorance modern music fans have for Suede.

Thanks, once again, to a brother who once had taste, I got to not be ignorant somehow... at least for a period in the 90s.

So, then...

I will be the first to admit that Brett Anderson has potentially the most grating voice in brit-rock. But somehow, I have learned to love it in all its whiskey-gargled androgyny.

I believe this track comes from the b-side compilation "Sci-Fi Lullabies", which describes its vibe to a tee, saving you from my terrible metaphors attempting to do so. I believe this also was a part of the illustrious "So, I Married An Axe Murderer" soundtrack, which goes to show you how much respect this band gets over here on the stagnant side of the pond.

I first discovered this song while searching for another Suede track that John Sakamoto had in his anti-hit list, something I used to swear by until it became populated by losers who spent all their time mixing together Britney with some Candlebox b-side in an attempt to be ironic. I seem to recall having a guitar version, but all I can find now is a tinkly piano rendition that would be the aural equivalent of the Little Prince hopping from star to star.

I put this on the famed CD that also had 'Airbus Reconstruction' on it, in a support role, but I think the person I made that CD for eventually ended up loving this song. It's really hard not to... as long as you can get past that voice.

I've gotta say... when somebody loves you, your innervision shines like a searchlight, because you either a) see through the love what makes you so beautiful or b) (and more common) look harder within yourself, squinting to see what on earth there could possibly be to love.

"oh... he is gone..."

Then that love burns away, because you spent so much time looking into your self... while the ridiculous world went...: "ohhhhhh!"

"he was my inflatable one..."

photo by kam

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