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Rating: It is in human nature to want to tell stories, and Mr. Anderson certainly has many to share.
As the frontman of one of the most influential '90s British bands (the Suede) and one of the biggest flops of the last 10 years (the Tears), Brett has always been a reserved type, superficially eccentric but intimately closed and complicated, as evidenced by the various departures due to alleged character incompatibility with various members of his main band (first and foremost the great Bernard Butler, although reuniting after so many years was a mistake). I would see the solo turn above all as a desire to put his own name on a record, not so much for commercial and image ambitions, but to emphasize "this contains all of me" (a concept already expressed by Anderson himself).
Opened by the stunning first single "Love Is Dead" (which certainly doesn't encourage optimism from the title - "The telephone rings/but no one ever thinks to speak to me"), a triumph of strings and melody, the album unfolds between emotional, evocative, and acoustic atmospheres, often accompanied by delicate touches of piano and never intrusive electric guitars, as in the following "One Lazy Morning". "Dust & Rain" is instead a decidedly rock song (and decidedly Suede), perhaps the best on the album, but it maintains midtempo and subdued tones, without any glaring field invasions into the general atmosphere of the work; the same goes for "Intimacy". "To The Winter" and "Scorpio Rising" bring us back to muted and intimate atmospheres, just like "Infinite Kiss" (a title that speaks for itself...). In "Colour Of The Night" the piano takes center stage once again, just as the strings dominate in "The More We Possess, The Less Own Of Ourselves", a sort of very dark, almost funeral march. "Ebony" and the beautiful "Song For My Father" close without further shocks.
In terms of lyrics, it is a very intimate, personal album, making it hard to fully understand given Anderson's complex personality; musically, however, it is a work without particular artistic and commercial ambitions, considering it relies entirely on sincerity and simplicity. The latter two qualities are very rare, ones I feel compelled to fully reward.
Indeed, it is now clear that the times of "Coming Up" are a faint memory in this warm early summer.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Dust and Rain (03:01)
I tidy your wayward hair
I buy clothes you never wear
I try to kiss all your tears away
I freeze you in polaroids
And capture your dark brown voice
I'm with you cause there's no choice in the end
I am the dust
You are the rain
I am the needle
And you are the vein
And this is a moment that words can't explain
I am the dust
And your love's like a overdose
With your hands wrapped around my throat
Using sex like an antidote to the pain
I am the dust
You are the rain
I am the needle
And you are the vein
And this is a moment that words can't explain
I am the dust
I am the dust
And you are the rain
And I am the needle
And you are the vein
And this is a moment that words can't explain
I am the dust
You're the rain
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By david81
a self-celebratory album that not only takes the listener’s ear nowhere but also describes fragile, boring, simple, monotonous melodies.
the singer’s own voice... becomes affected and monotonous, not a spark, not a note of originality, not a hint of genuine Pop, in short, nothing at all.
