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If there's anything better than watching Placebo take set-of-the-day by a twisted mile, it's watching boys watch Placebo. Jee-zus, how some of them distrust Brian (who's only made up of Radiohead's Jonny Greenwood, Theda Bara and Brett Anderson, crossed with a panther, after all) like a bad smell, or one of those scary dreams about kissing a girl who, unnnh, turns out to have a dick. Of course, maybe it's just his voice, – a greedy, teasing yowl skating like a cat on butter – that gets 'em nervous.
“This is a song...” Brian begins. “Another song in a fucking squeaky voice,” interjects a nearby fat bloke, sourly. “... about a robot fuck. It's called 'Bionic',” Brian concludes, deadpan, and then lunges.
Fat bloke shuts the fuck up. And Placebo careen, heels flashing, through their sugar-and-venom minefield of razorwire, bruises, cold blood and, ooh, far too much hot blood. When I look over, Fat Bloke is bouncing. Wait 'til his next puzzlingly ambiguous sexy dream, I betcha.
(Melody Maker, 1996)
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