People Staff
April 28, 1997 12:00 PM

The London Suede

The quintet’s 1993 debut heralded the Beatles-and Bowie-fixated Britpop movement in England, but U.S. stardom still eludes them. While Oasis invaded Middle America by recreating Beatlemania for the ’90s, and Bush conquered the U.S. by wrapping their tunes in a familiar grunge package, the London Suede’s English- accented glam rock is more space oddity than rubber soul. It might just be too British for Yankee tastes.

That’s too bad, because the group’s third disc is one of the most exciting to cross the Atlantic in years. On stand-out cuts like “Trash,” “Lazy” and “Star-crazy”—which are as concise and decadent-sounding as their titles—singer Brett Anderson lurches into a flouncy, foppish frenzy as soon as Richard Oakes’s ringing guitar riffs kick in. Brimming with exhibitionist swagger, Anderson injects some madcap exuberance into a rock and roll genre that has damn near overdosed on melancholy and the infinite sadness. (Nude/Columbia)

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