They infuse the standard flat-footed indie-rock beat with an ineffable sense of motion that rides a pale groove without grafting on an ill-fitting negri ‘tude.
These are the extra tracks Suede included on their European singles from 1992-97, all of which are every bit the equal of those found on the albums proper.
For years, the ultimate in alternate sources of power, only to suffer slings and arrows unimaginable when they signed onto the label the Knack recorded for.
Big, cracked-crystal pop songs with as many noises crammed in as a Sonic Youth or a Hendrix record, but with a steady eye on the perfection of the landscape.
“Telephone” is a good four minutes of poppy, punky new wavy whateveryawannacallit, as if John Lydon heard the Go-Gos and decided PiL wasn’t infantile enough.