Here I am writing my first review on Debaser with an album that's special to me due to the memories and the wonderful feelings it gives me every time I listen to it; "Meds" by Placebo.
I ask for patience and especially lots of advice if I make a mistake or if some concept doesn't meet each of your expectations, but I am here to learn and get to know the techniques, styles, ways, and subtleties of the "sacred monsters" of reviews like you, given what I've read in part on this splendid reality that is Debaser.
Returning to us, Brian Molko & Co. have now generated a style all their own made of incessant rhythms, heavenly melodies, and soaring guitars, all seasoned with the singer's truly unique voice that gives a slight dark halo, dark; but this "Meds" is something different from their previous works.
The London trio has no half measures, you either like it or you don't, but those who are truly devoted to Placebo will love this "Meds" too because it manages to completely captivate and enchant the listener.
Let me explain, here we find ourselves in front of an album that is definitely softer than the others, where there are notable ballads like "Follow The Cops Back Home", "Pierrot The Clown" (remarkable the sweetness that this song expresses), "In The Cold Light Of Morning" and equally valid tracks such as "Space Monkey", which is always very slow but certainly more "dark" and "mysterious" with Brian's voice that penetrates our ears like a knife with the sharpest blades or again "Infra-Red", a powerful track, with sudden and pleasant accelerations and "Meds" with the presence of VV from the Kills who softly breaks into the choruses.
The last song "Song To say Goodbye" is the worldwide single that vaguely reminds me of the style of the Cure (a very personal opinion), still very beautiful and captivating.
In conclusion, it's certainly an album that will not go down in history for musical innovation or absolute masterpieces, but I'm sure it will manage to make those who, like me, adore this splendid and unique group madly fall in love and dream.
Thank you Placebo..
Pierrot The Clown... touches even those with a heart of stone, bringing a tear to even those who have no eyes to cry.
Brian, Steve, and Stefan are like wine. They get better with time.
In this little masterpiece, everything is perfect: the electronics present but not annoying, the lyrics, the guitars, and Brian’s desperate yet sweet voice.
This album represents the sum of the previous four albums: it has the rage of Placebo, the melancholy of Without You I’m Nothing, the flaws of Black Market Music, and the right experimentation of Sleeping with Ghosts.
"Now yes, 4 years ago they intrigued me... now I only save the cover which is gorgeous!"
"Placebo, another 'nice' album to review... MONEY DOWN THE TOILET."
The album is in the end the classic album that almost all bands that want to re-propose themselves without changing anything is: a search to continue without changing the profile that ends in boredom and repetition.
Meds is halfway between the band’s old glories and that half-failure that I consider to be their penultimate work.
The rock of Placebo is not made to be played only with essential instruments.
'Meds' is a work to be appreciated over time but it will not sound new to you at all.