So, Suede has reunited. Who hasn’t? As I recall, by the time these guys had thrown in the towel, it was well past the expiration date. A New Morning, wasn’t that the last one? Yeah, that album was rather bad. But money beckons. As does fame. And solo albums aren’t as successful as surmised. I got into Suede my freshman year of college when they played “Metal Mickey” on Leno, I believe it was. At the time I preferred them to Blur. Funny, how differently I feel now. I still have a soft spot for those first two Suede records, though. The ones with Bernard Butler on guitar. Once the teenage Richard Oaks had taken over on guitar, I was fully entrenched in camp Blur. It’s amusing to watch this band in 2010 playing early singles like “Animal Nitrate.” Back when their eponymous debut album hit, these guys seemed frightening in that androgynous druggie way that David Bowie had once seemed. Youth and ambition add so much to a band’s mystique. The reunited Suede scares me very little, however. I’m sure if the shows go well, a new record will surface. But it certainly won’t recapture the glam angst of those early days.