Holy cow. We interrupt the recaps (again) to bring you some video content (again). Somehow, I missed the fact that former Suede frontman Brett Anderson is on the comeback trail with a new solo record (out next week in the UK) -- totally in the Bryan Ferry mode, looks like. There's a great profile in the Telegraph, here's a choice excerpt:

... Yet, as soon as he begins to sing in that unmistakable half croon, half operatic cry, his snake hips snap from side to side, his arms fly out into showgirl twirls, and the audience goes wild with adoration.

It seems strange then that, while Damon Albarn, Jarvis Cocker and the Gallagher brothers are all being bestowed with reverential status, Brett Anderson has become the lost boy of Britpop.

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Despite years of drug abuse and hard-living, Anderson is still good-looking and cigarette-slim. With well-cut hair and a matching suit, the 39-year-old looks like a girlier Paul Weller or even a young Bryan Ferry - another in the mould of skinny, working-class boys from the suburbs who tried simultaneously to mythologise and escape the small world they grew up in.

And here's the video for "Love is Dead." Goodness, so bleak and lovely. Perfect for a grey Friday morning.