
Originally Posted by
dazzak
I think he's really at a crossroads with this album. He can:
A) Give the "fans" what they want by recreating the sound and aesthetics of Suede's commercial peak
or
B) Accept that the world has moved on, he is older, commercial success is probably well out of his grasp by now and that what's important is his development as a songwriter.
Option A would lead to the less than edifying sight of a man pushing 40, whipping his buttocks with a microphone lead, sans dignity, becoming a parody of his younger self and a nostalgia act rather than a going concern. Precedents: The Stones, 80's tours with Tony Hadley and Kim Wilde.
Option B would mean either sinking without a trace or becoming an elder statesman for a new generation who clearly already love his 90's work. This option also would mean that Brett would rightly be regarded as a great songwriter and a creative force who used to slap his botty. This option also allows Brett to continue making records indefinitely. Precedents: Bowie, Lou, Weller, Moz.
We already know he's leaning towards B, but can he actually do it? Well, if we get more of the direct and personal writing of "Ghost of you", "Asylum", and, before the Tears, "Simon" and "Oceans", then yes, I think he can. Brett has the potential to make a Heathen or a Wild Wood, and that's what he has to do. There's nothing more embarrassing than a middle-aged singer pretending to be 25, but the artists I've mentioned have shown that you can age with dignity by writing about adult themes while still appealing to teenagers.
I said to my friends ages ago that Reed's Berlin really needs to be Brett's touchstone. It has that musical minimalism, and it's also full of the sort of freaks, weirdos, drug addicts, hookers and general lowlifes that have always populated Brett's songs. However, it's darker, has more depth and is more mature than Suede's stuff. What we don't want is "Beautiful Ones II", but "Where Are The Beautiful Ones Now?". An album about burn-outs, sell-outs and senile old eccentics, an older and wiser Brett musing on the fallout of all those nights clubbing with the shaveheads and raveheads, the unwanted pregnancies, the rehab, the lives wasted by getting wasted once too often... that would be a fucking brilliant record.
I truly believe that, if everything goes right for Brett, he could achieve that elder statesman role. Every few years, some old fart gets rehabilitated and everyone loves them again: Elvis Costello, Springsteen, Johnny Cash, Bryan Ferry, Morrissey. Brett has as much talent as any of those. Also, his lyrics and musicianship are actually getting better, which can't be said of some.
I also found it really encouraging that he namechecked The Style Council (one of the greatest British bands ever). I mean, the actual sleeves were mostly shite, but I think Brett was talking more about that sublime detail and Paolo Hewitt's Cappuccino Kid notes. Good sign.