Brett Anderson

Nada hacía presagiar que Brett Anderson —nacido en la depauperada ciudad dormitorio de Haywards Heath, entre Londres y Brighton, en el seno de una familia humilde— se convertiría en una de las voces

Nada hacía presagiar que Brett Anderson —nacido en la depauperada ciudad dormitorio de Haywards Heath, entre Londres y Brighton, en el seno de una familia humilde— se convertiría en una de las voces

Si en Mañanas negras como el carbón Brett Anderson daba cuenta de su infancia y juventud en Haywards Heath y de los inciertos inicios de Suede, en la segunda entrega de sus memorias, el cantante se sumerge en la etapa mas intensa y convulsa del grupo: l

Si en Mañanas negras como el carbón Brett Anderson daba cuenta de su infancia y juventud en Haywards Heath y de los inciertos inicios de Suede, en la segunda entrega de sus memorias, el cantante se sumerge en la etapa mas intensa y convulsa del grupo: la del exito del primer LP de la banda, la de los incendiarios articulos y portadas de los semanarios musicales britanicos, la de la tensa concepcion del extraordinario Dog Man Star y la ruptura con el guitarrista, compositor y amigo Bernard Butler, y la de la reinvencion del grupo con Coming Up, con un jovencisimo Richard Oakes a la guitarra y la consagracion popular gracias a temas como Trash, Beautiful Ones, Filmstar o Saturday Night, en los que Anderson describio con ironia la epoca de desconcierto y excesos de la juventud britanica de los noventa. Sin embargo, tras el exito fulgurante y unas giras internacionales extenuantes, llegarian las adicciones a las drogas duras y el anquilosamiento creativo, que desembocarian en el progresivo desmoronamiento de la banda.Tardes de persianas bajadas es el relato lirico, apasionado y no exento de autocritica del "esfuerzo, exito, exceso y desintegracion" de uno de los grupos fundamentales del pop britanico.

A compelling personal account of the dramas of a singular British band Neil TennantThe trajectory of Suede - hailed in infancy as both The Best New Band in Britain and effete southern wankers - is recalled with moving candour by its frontman Brett Anderson, whose vivid memoir swings seamlessly between the tender, witty, turbulent, euphoric and bittersweet. Suede began by treading the familiar jobbing route of Londons emerging new 1990s indie bands - gigs at ULU, the Camden Powerhaus and the Old Trout in Windsor - and the dispiriting experience of playing a set to an audience of one. But in these halcyon days, their potential was undeniable. Andersons creative partnership with guitarist Bernard Butler exposed a unique and brilliant hybrid of lyric and sound; together they were a luminescent team - burning brightly and creating some of the eras most revered songs and albums.In Afternoons with the Blinds drawn, Anderson unflinchingly explores his relationship with addiction, heartfelt in the regret that early musical bonds were severed, and clear-eyed on his youthful persona. As a young man . . . I oscillated between morbid self-reflection and vainglorious narcissism he writes. His honesty, sharply self-aware and articulate, makes this a compelling autobiography, and a brilliant insight into one of the most significant bands of the last quarter century.

Nada hacía presagiar que Brett Anderson—nacido en la depauperada ciudad dormitorio de Haywards Heath, entre Londres y Brighton, en el seno de una familia humilde—se convertiría en una de las voces má

Evening Standard Book of the Year. Observer Book of the Year. Guardian Book of the Year. Sunday Times Book of the Year. Telegraph Book of the Year. New Statesman Book of the Year. Herald Book of the Year. Mojo Book of the Year.Brett Anderson came from a world impossibly distant from rock star success, and in Coal Black Mornings he traces the journey that took him from a childhood as a snotty, sniffy, slightly maudlin sort of boy raised on Salad Cream and milky tea and cheap meat to becoming founder and lead singer of Suede.Anderson grew up in Haywards Heath on the grubby fringes of the Home Counties. As a teenager he clashed with his eccentric taxi-driving father (who would parade around their council house dressed as Lawrence of Arabia, air-conducting his favourite composers) and adored his beautiful, artistic mother. He brilliantly evokes the seventies, the suffocating discomfort of a very English kind of poverty and the burning need for escape that it breeds. Anderson charts the shabby romance of creativity as he travelled the tube in search of inspiration, fuelled by Marmite and nicotine, and Suedes rise from rehearsals in bedrooms, squats and pubs. And he catalogues the intense relationships that make and break bands as well as the devastating loss of his mother.Coal Black Mornings is profoundly moving, funny and intense - a book which stands alongside the most emotionally truthful of personal stories.