Brett Anderson

Like Richard Ashcroft post Verve here we have the problematic prince of Brit Pop branching out on his own. If you’re a Suede afficianado you’ll like this too. What it doesn’t do is bring anything new to the table.

'Love Is Dead’ from his self titled solo album is beautifully produced. The ornate sweeping arrangement subsumes Brett’s heart rending vocals in haunting orchestral strings. His over annunciated articulation delivers the elementary message.

Once again we get histrionic, teenage drama care of Mr Anderson. In his world of plastic people no-one cares about the 'horrors inside his head’ and 'people push by with fear in their eyes.’

Unfortunately it lacks the kitchen-sink glamour of Suede. Were he to inject a little Cocker-esque wit into his work instead of the constant bemoaning he might be onto a winner. An album filler rather than a single, like a facile supermodel it sounds lovely but says nothing.