"Meds is an album primarily based on our performances, the band coming together to play the songs in the most essential way—drums, bass, guitar, and sometimes piano, relying far less on sequencing and modern technology" (text extracted from Rockol, editor's note);
this is how Molko presents "Meds"...
"But come on, get out of here!" as Giampierone Galeazzi aka Nicola Savino would say... let's not kid ourselves: the rock of Placebo is not made to be played only with essential instruments. It's true, tracks like the title track would support the frontman, but just arriving at the second track "Infra Red", you realize that a hint of well-camouflaged electronics is present in most of the tracks. Placebo creates fantastic atmospheres like in "Drag" but in the end, it's always the same old story... the emotional "Follow The Cops Back Home" seems like a "Burger Queen 2".
"Post Blue" is driven by the bass and is another example of hidden electronics, as is "Blind". Molko's voice always performs at its best; even when he ventures into avoidable duets like in "Broken Promises" with a funereal Michael Stipe that recalls the (good) times of "Let Me In"; the electronic drum is almost everywhere: even in the very sad and touching "Pierrot The Clown", characterized by a lullaby-style refrain, acoustic guitar, and strings. "In The Cold Light Of The Morning" is a slow ballad quite boring but peculiar: here too, piano and a hint of "modern technology". The first single "Song To Say Goodbye" is characterized by a simple piano riff and bursts of distorted guitar; towards the end, an exciting section of strings is added; it is still one of the best tracks on the album.
"Meds" is a work to be appreciated over time but it will not sound new to you at all... goodbye MY LEGENDARY FRIENDS!
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.
Meds is an album composed of tracks that hark back to previous ones and others that prove to be innovative and new for Placebo.
In 'In the Cold Light of Morning', Brian’s voice sneaks between the bones like a cold wind, giving chills of fear.