The first gig of the year, and it is the inimitable Suede, continuing to put bands half their age to shame with their on-stage energy. Brett Anderson remains a force of nature, building an enchanting world in the hallowed halls of the Beacon. Suede fans, unfortunately, remain so unlike their Christ, this time forcing me - six songs in - to move from my nice centre-and-three-back spot that I got there early for to right at the side. But let us focus on the positives. A rare outing for Bloodsports cut Snowblind, right off the back of Pantomime Horse, I think the first time I’ve heard it since it was the very first song I heard them play live back in 2013. The second live outing of the first song from Suede 11, continuing finely in the vein of Autofiction and Antidepressants. Boo for the Night Thoughts erasure, but increasingly they seem confident in how much their later catalogue is better than the former, especially live these days. I know they always have to play So Young, Metal Mickey, etc., but it’s time to embrace the deeper cuts of latter day Suede more live, even if it’s at the expense of Animal Nitrate. Bring on the next one. Support from Bloodworm, who also supported them last year at the Southbank. No major evolution since then, but they’re confident on a big stage and still wearing the influences on their sleeves. I remain tempted to go see them in a sweatier small room, where I can imagine they’ll blow the roof off.