The London Suede’s Brett Anderson on Autofiction and “Loving Making Music” 30 Years On
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After three decades in show business fronting British glam-punk combo Suede, or The London Suede, as they’ve been contractually re-christened in the States, Brett Anderson could easily have fallen prey to cynicism, meh-shrugging melancholia or complete loss of any novel sense of inspiration whatsoever. But remarkably, the still-whip-thin vocalist is absolutely on rejuvenated fire on Autofiction, the group’s majestic new album, its eighth. From the opening anthem “She Still Leads Me On,” an uplifting, almost tear-jerking ode to his late mother, Anderson is yelp-bellowing with the same Grand Guignol bravura he displayed way back in 1993 on Suede’s dramatic Britpop-era debut, the Mercury Prize-winning Suede. Underscored by the meaty, Will Sergeant-conversive axe work of guitarist Richard Oakes, who replaced departing founder Bernard Butler in 1994, songs like “Black Ice,” “Shadow Self,” “15 Again” and a sinister Gothic creeper ominously dubbed “It’s Always the Quiet Ones,” the disc is riveting, right through to the bass-heavy closing stomper, “Turn Off Your Brain and Yell.”
The album feels like it simply exploded out of one single dusk-to-dawn session, like a vintage Richard Gottehrer “Instant” Ramones record. But looks can be deceiving, Anderson counters. “I’m very proud of this record,” the singer says. “But it took quite a lot of work to sound this enthusiastic. This album took three years to write, and it’s so misleading that way, because it’s so live-sounding and fresh-sounding, people might mistakenly assume that we banged it out and wrote it quickly because of the sense of urgency that the record has.” Purposely, the lyricist steers clear of anything overtly political throughout Autofiction, no matter how inviting a topical target like exiting English prime minister Boris Johnson might be. “No, I leave that to people who are more qualified,” Anderson explains. “The microscopic is more interesting to me than the macroscopic, so for me to project my opinions onto people would be very naive, and a bit sixth form. But what I am an expert on, and what I feel I’m on safe lyrical ground with, are my personal relationships and the way I feel as a human being, and that’s the essence of songwriting, I think. So it’s very rare for songwriters to tackle big subjects and really do them justice—very rare. Great songs are about simple things— they’re about loss, they’re about regret, they’re about love, they’re about fame. They’re not about soil erosion, or farming in Kenya, you know?” On the eve of London Suede’s 2022 comeback, Anderson sat still long enough to discuss the implications of still being a popular—and vital—rock icon in his mid-50s.
Paste: Your mother died 30 years ago, you’ve said. So why did you choose to deal with her death now, lyrically, in “She Still Leads Me On”?
Brett Anderson: Well, I think I find writing about family really inspiring. You write about whatever you find passionate, and the thing that provokes the most passion—and I suppose anxiety, as well, because that’s the other side of that coin—is my family, so I write about them quite a lot. So that song, “She Still Leads Me On,” is a song about my mother, and it’s a song about loss but not about grief. It’s a song about how someone can give you strength even though they’re not around to physically provide it, and their memory can somehow guide you through life, you know? It’s supposed to be a very uplifting song in lots of ways, and it’s actually a companion piece to a song on the last album called “Life Is Golden,” which is a song I wrote for my son. That’s a song written from the parent to the child, and “She Still Leads Me On” is written from the child to the parent.
Paste: Obviously, you’re referring to lessons that you’ve learned from her. What do you instill in your son that your mom taught you?
Anderson: Ha! Both things are still a work in progress! What things do I instill in my son? Hmm … I know what things I try to instill in my son—resilience is one thing. And disrespect for money and status—that’s a very important thing to me. Cynicism of consumerism. And whether I’m successful in doing that or not is another matter, but these are the things I would like to instill, because those are worthy values.
Paste: There’s a distinct duality on this record. It sounds like you’ve separated yourself, personally, from your persona onstage. And what’s the difference?
Anderson: Oh, there’s a huge difference. An enormous one. And as you get older, that difference becomes wider and wider, bigger and bigger. When you first start in a band, the person onstage is the person you are, because that’s when the persona is almost captured as a public kind of entity. And as you evolve, the persona sort of stays the same because it sort of has to—it’s the performer, it’s the mask, and the person behind the mask kind of ages and evolves and becomes a different sort of person. And then when they go onstage, they put the mask on, and that might imply that there’s something fake about it. But it’s not fake—you just become that person again. But yeah, there’s a big difference between the person and the persona, absolutely. I don’t conduct my life in the same way I did when I was in my 20s. I can’t. And I wouldn’t want to—I think that would be kind of sad. That was one of the really key things about writing this album, was I wanted to write it from the perspective of a 55-year-old man. I wanted to write a rock record from the perspective of a 55-year-old man—I didn’t want to try and pretend I was a 20-year-old man again, because that would just be really sad. I didn’t want to be one of those aging rockers that kind of wears the clothes of a young person. I thought it would be much more interesting to write a rock record that deals with the anxieties of late middle age—or whatever I’m in now, 55, whatever you’d call that—and puts those into some sort of claustrophobic, tense sort of rock framework. I thought that would be much more interesting. But yeah—person versus persona is one of the themes on the record, I suppose. There’s another song called “What Am I Without You,” which is a love song to the audience, rather than a love song to a partner or whatever, and it asks that question: What is a performer without an audience? And I think that’s a really interesting question—whether art exists for its own sake, or whether it exists because it’s part of conversation. That’s a really interesting question that fascinates me. If you make a piece of art, if you write a song, for example, does the song need an audience in order for it to exist? And in a funny sort of way, I think it does.’
Paste: If a tree falls in the forest …
Anderson: Exactly. It’s a parallel to that question.