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Pick a fight with Suede, you gonna pick a fight with the Suede fanbase, warned Matt Lucas on Shooting Stars in 1997.
Leave aside the fact that Lucas was then dressed as a menacing manbaby: the truly surreal thing about this pop culture nugget is its target.
Suede, suburbias moodiest, druggiest misfits, were now so mainstreamfamous that they could be knowingly mocked on primetime, thanks to their biggest album yet, the hitrammed, melodyoverloaded Coming Up.
Fifteen years later, it seems obvious that Britpops John the Baptists would rise from the grave to claim some of the rewards being lavished on lesser lights like Kula Shaker and Shed Seven, but it wasnt at the time.
Despite their punchy 1993 debut generating a whirlwind of hype, the loss of wunderkind guitarist Bernard Butler and the sprawling darkness of 1994s subsequent Dog Man Star read like a twopart commercial suicide note.
Replacing Butler with a teenage fanboy and the drummers cousin was hardly encouraging.
Yet amongst the B sides, lost songs and demos lovingly collected in this third lavish reissue from the Suede back catalogue the compilers clearly taking Matt Lucas threat seriously lies the first clue that everything was about to go magically right.
Together, a 1994 B side, was the first collaboration between Brett Anderson and new guitarist, Richard Oakes: its shamelessly poppy ebullience, fizzy guitars and breezy bubblegum vocal created a blueprint for the album which followed.
And what a dazzling, spangly pop album Coming Up, remains, made shinier still by expert remastering.
Anderson cites the surging outsiders anthem Trash as the pinnacle, but Beautiful Ones is more remarkable, the urgent, knotty wordplay of its verses giving way to an ecstatic chorus which embodies the albums title the demo fascinatingly reveals that the song began life as Beatlesy whimsy.
That these big pop beasts were interspersed with savage melodramas like She and swooning love songs like Picnic by the Motorway made Coming Up more alluring and enduring.
In retrospect, the seeds of the bands later decline were also planted here.
The blandly anthemic Saturday Night paved the way for later FM fluff, while the B sides soon plummeted from airpunching Every Monday Morning Comes to scabscratching These Are the Sad Songs.
But lets dwell on Suedes sad decay when their last two albums are reissued: for now, this fandream edition of Coming Up captures a band that still seemed capable of anything.