Suede
Dog Man Star

THE REVIEW

Indistinct noises, the drums and their martial rhythm.
It seems like someone is going to die while the bass with its tribal pace makes its entrance. Then, wrapping it all up, comes the guitar of Bernard on the scene, followed by the constant and solemn lament of the condemned: the world.
Brett introduces the band and Dog Man Star in an intro that reminds me of a certain Sgt. Pepper, bewildered and hopeful that the century will end crushed by violent hands.

And it is obvious that it is so, because the bells are already ringing while police cars are on fire, and it is indeed time to stay indoors. We have invoked the nuclear wind to sweep away the sins and we are the pigs on the firing line tonight.

We are the addicts suffering for one reason or another, those who promise and ask others to stay because, tonight, we might finally run away from here, like wild beings, like dogs.

We are the new and last generation that holds power, but in the end, of what?

There are stray dogs, and there are the "stars" that can only scream and despair together with the crowd for the king's death.

But while the world ends, while the band from the stereo reminds us of our failed loves in this asphalt world, from our homes we look out the window at the cars speeding by like they were insects, and we wonder: is this inert life really all I own?

In the end, we just want to fix things, say what we haven't said to someone through the rain, and we don't really care about the end of the world.