He is the colour of the night

He has been condemned to being an obsolete britpop figure. While jarvis and damon remain relevant to the current music scene, all trends-setting authorities have dismissed him as someone who has passed his prime. Ironically a Fallen Idol - a common destiny of the aged prima donna. He does not have any clever or profound things to say, nor does he have any humourous remarks to the daily life or sarcastic observation to declare.... no, all you hear is the words about his own little world - a modern world full of plastic people, a bit lonely, grey, cold and melancholic. He is not whinging. He does not like to whinge. He is just stating the fact of life, nonchalantly, maybe he is just calmly accepting his pain / fate.

Lyrics. Everyone said he lost his magic power. No more gimmick like "he's my insatiable one .. and he wants my inflatable one". Recurring themes and repeating words for all his albums - plastic people, litter in the street, a child within, rain, winter or wind (and of course drug and sex), but anyone reckon that this is exactly his world and he is just telling you the only things in his bleak and unloved world? Numerous reference to sex - symphony of flesh, universe of bliss, not for celebration, it is just something to pass time, an antidote to pain. Ennui? Yes, that is his state of mind (and we all are). Song For My Father - body and words become sand once you go, and one day we all shall go, it's the eternal nothingness or the absolute liberty. Drug? I can see this man is still obsessed by it. It can't be more explicit in Dust and Rain. Talk about recurring theme, is it Pain the subject? "If you're gone I'll carry on but deep inside I'll give my heart to the winter. If you leave I'll take this blade and carve your name into my ugliness." (To The Winter) gosh, I do think it was beautifully written. Lost his magic power? Do people really look into the words?

Music. I think it's grandiose and simple (in a nice sense) at the same time. Colour of the Night and More We Possess The Less We Own Of Ourselves are my two most favourites in the whole album. They both remind me of other favourite songs or music, the former - kate st. john, the latter - the soundtrack of Double Life of Veronique.

Used to be an androgynous glam boy, now the aged diva. Still my dear Brett Anderson.


Brett Anderson - Brett Anderson
(oh the strings was played by The Dirty Pretty Strings, ha!)