It's so old-fashioned it's positively cutting-edge: Suede's new album was made, says singer Brett Anderson, to be listened to "in order and all the way to the end".
But this is an era in which a band cannot live by album sales alone, so Night Thoughts, the band's seventh, comes with a feature-length film by photographer Roger Sargent. (A DVD of the Night Thoughts film forms part of three of the five retail options for this record.)
The visuals acted as a backdrop to the band's two sold-out gigs at London's Roundhouse in November, and are more successful as a movie-for-an-album than, say, Daft Punk's mad manga for Discovery.
It's easy to forget, with the stranglehold Blur and Oasis retain over Britpop's official history, how stunning Suede could be: combining pop savvy with urban melancholy and androgynous mystique as well as anyone since The Smiths.
Two decades on, Anderson's vocal is even more haunting for being a fraction less powerful, and his band still do a fine turn.
Night Thoughts is out now.