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clevermanka ([personal profile] clevermanka) wrote2014-01-09 09:47 am
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And so we drown, sir, we drown

Earlier this week I talked with someone about my love of male singers with weird (or purposefully affected) voices. Placebo's Brian Molko. Muse's Matthew Bellamy. Circa Survive's Anthony Green. I love Thom Yorke's voice, but Radiohead's music just doesn't do it for me. Perhaps alas. A lot of these voices started in the fucking amazing early 90s Britpop scene with that culture's embracing and promotion of emo androgyny. That's, like, two of my favorite musical themes squished together. Bands like Elastica, Lush, and Blur were the only things I listened to besides rockabilly during that time period. I disliked grunge (still do, sorry, [personal profile] mckitterick), and didn't realize until years afterwards that Britpop was an active movement against it.

Recently, I was flipping through a Tumblr I don't follow (because NSFW) and I came across a song link she'd put up for the band Suede. I'd never heard of them (how I'd never heard of them is a mystery because apparently they were a founding band of Britpop), but holy crap this song.


I got all excited about it and checked out the full album on YouTube. But it was really meh. Why does the rest of the album have to be so...not great? DISAPPOINT.


God's truth, though, I never liked Oasis.