Butler and Anderson live again…
As The Tears. Live review from The Guardian.
Each of the dozen or so songs contained fragments of what once made Butler and Anderson great - the endorphin jolt of Co-Star, the swooning choruses on Apollo 13 - but the results lacked greatness. Of course, it’s entirely likely that, once available on CD next year, the songs could grow as the initially unlovable Suede album Dog Man Star once did. Anderson still writes a massive chorus, and now that Butler is singing backing vocals, the tunes have a creamy new depth.
Setlist over at NME (of an earlier gig, at least). As I’m sure you’ll have guessed, they’re named after the final line of the Philip Larkin poem Femmes Damnees. (full text at the bottom of this page)
The marble clock has stopped. The curtained sun
Burns on: the room grows hot. There, it appears,
A vase of flowers has spilt, and soaked away.
The only sound heard is the sound of tears.