Numan style electronica compliments the standard brew of sonically enhanced guitars on the latest drama from the reigning Brit pop dynasty. Besides being irresitably catchy, the Suede has long outlived thier contemporaries due to their ability to ride the late 20th century decadence longer and harder than the depressive Blur, the plastic Pulp, and the tawdry Oasis. Recent reports that the band have relaxed their narcotic intake, has not relieved them of the damage already inflicted, and despite some ironic (like on a jones) sounding glam tracks like the floor pounding ‘Can’t get Enough’, the silky and slick surfaces will roll over you the first few times you do Head Music. ‘Asbestos’, and its Carly Simon meets Dr. Dre production is such a simmering march, that it takes a while to feel the percussive and impulsive ‘Head Music’ that follows and its Give Me Head refrain, and angst ridden protagonist. As usual, there are a lot of hip grinding grooves and unveiled reference to warrant a bottle of wine, a CD auto-repeater, and a honey-coated freind. Although clean now, Suede still invites you to seedy parts of town.