“I’ll have what he’s having,” is the line that springs to mind after two hours watching Brett Anderson on stage with Suede. Lithe, febrile, effervescent, at various points in the evening he crawls around the stage on all fours, whips his microphone cord like a lion-tamer, wiggles his butt like in the early androgynous, parent-frightening good old days, and repeatedly dives into the audience to roam around the Royal Festival Hall to exhort further fever like a hybrid of Jim Morrison and a cat.
Then in this electric show’s most startling moment, while singing The Asphalt World from their revered album Dog Man Star, accompanied by just Neil Codling on keyboards, Anderson dramatically lowers the microphone and continues to deliver the song into the venue air unplugged, producing a hushed awe that crackles.
