Suede: Afrika Centre, London

THOSE OF you by now wearied of the periodic meanders up the garden path you have made at this paper's behest will read this, as you nave read everything else we've written about Suede, with eyebrows quizzically arched, brows sorrowfully furrowed, heads snaking. Those of you who were actually there, between the tinsel-covered walls last Tuesday in London, will know better. For although proof denies faith and without faith we are nothing, etcetera, tonight was definitively the night that Suede kept all our promises for us. We might well consider rehabilitating that much-abused adjective "revelatory".