Suede frontman’s eloquent memoir recalls his pre-fame years

What we have here is not your typical rock star vanity memoir of the sex-‘n’-drugs-‘n’-rock-’n’-roll variety, but rather a poised and reflective view of a life not yet fully lived

Autobiography: Coal Black Mornings, By Brett Anderson, Little, Brown, €19.55

‘She lived in a squat just opposite Victoria Park in Hackney in a huge, crumbling house that today is probably worth millions, but in the early 90s smelled of cat food and patchouli, and was infested by tribes of speeding, Doc Marten-booted Goth girls in stripy tights and shambling crusties with nose-rings.”

As proven by the above description of a former girlfriend’s place ...