*** Placebo
BLACK MARKET MUSIC
(Virgin)
Sure, Brian Molko sings like a lower-pitched Geddy Lee, but Placebo offer a
different kind of rush. Their stripped guitar/bass/drums approach, augmented
here by delirious synthesizer flashes and piano, maintains a brisk pace that’s
kicked up a notch whenever Molko steps on a distortion pedal and makes his
six-string come on like a sonic tornado. And the burbling keyboard lines
that emerge when the dynamics drop, or plunge like lemmings into the swirling
storm of amplification, enhance the music’s psychedelic edge. Then there’s the
lyrics Molko delivers in his oddly affected croon: they’re quick-flipped images
of murder, revolution, drug consumption, defiance, race baiting, death tempting,
and sexual ambiguity. Combine all that with the trio’s androgynous look and
it’s no wonder Michael Stipe tapped these guys as the back-up band in the
flick Velvet Goldmine. These grisly sounds and signifiers add up to
something William Burroughs might have relished: a sleek, modern rock
band with a sense of thrust who thrive somewhere between the mainstream
and the demi-monde.
— Ted Drozdowski
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