Oh, Manchester, So Much To Answer For

*Sigh.* The news today that Suede are breaking up truly saddens me. More than Oasis, more than Blur (though maybe not more than Pulp), they were the sheer essence of the Britpop explosion in the '90s, a glorious Smiths-gone-glam(mish) mess of stolen kisses, smeared mascara, and ripping guitar riffs. I don't expect their new Singles comp to be released in the states (do they even still have a U.S. record label?), so I'll actually shell out for the import - 'cause Suede have got the import to warrant it (get it?). Brett Anderson, you'll forever be my forbidden lover.