The hype, attention, controversy and more that fed into both the runup and the release of Suede’s self-titled debut album almost obscures an even more telling fact — it was astoundingly good, a brassy, swaggering reconfiguration of glam rock filtered through suburban anomie for the early 1990s. Brett Anderson’s arch, intentionally theatrical singing voice and lyrics and Bernard Butler’s blasting and yet elegant guitar, anchored by the solid Mat Osman/Simon Gilbert rhythm section, readily served up classics like “Animal Nitrate” and “The Drowners.”