Those paragons of MOR glam Britpop, Suede, announced their breaking up -- my bad, hiatus -- as reported by the NME yesterday.

Today in English class we were supposed to write journal entries or some shit like that, so I wrote down the lyrics to "Animal Nitrate," perhaps one of four Suede singles that I genuinely enjoyed. Oh it turns you on on, now he has gone / Oh what turns you on now your animal's gone? Ah yes. Brett Anderson, you didn't have a thing on that other rude snot with vaguely shit lyrics Liam Gallagher, much less Damon or Jarvis.

This actually makes me think, then: is Britpop dead and done with this band's extinction? Over the past year, Pulp has met a similar fate, and Blur has turned into the Damon Albarn Traveling Techno Afropop Shithouse -- and Oasis, I think, could be deemed as more trad-rock; funny then, that they've kept doing the same old shit, only to find other bands -- Jet, The Darkness, etc. -- pouncing in on their glam/throwback rock un roll and striking gold.

It's only a matter of time, then, before the inevitable Britpop/acid-house resurrection of 2013, where we'll have a punky Happy Mondays rip-off, or some ol shit like that.