Thursday, March 17, 2022

โญ๐Ÿ”ธ๐—ก๐—˜๐—ช ๐—œ๐—ก๐—ง๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—ฉ๐—œ๐—˜๐—ช โ€“ ๐—ฆ๐—ฃ๐—˜๐—”๐—ž๐—˜๐—”๐—ฆ๐—ฌ ๐—ฃ๐—ฅ ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿ”ธโญ

โญโ€œ๐ต๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘Ž๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘  300 ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘“๐‘“๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘, ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘™๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ. ๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’โ€™๐‘  ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘š๐‘ข๐‘โ„Ž ๐‘–๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘™๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘š๐‘’, ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘“๐‘“๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’๐‘  โ€“ ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘˜, ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’โ€™๐‘  ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘œ. ๐ผ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘กโ„Ž, ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘กโ„Ž.โ€
๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘‚๐‘™๐‘ ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘™โญ


Hello dear friends!
In a few days we will all be holding the eighth Placebo album ๐Ÿ”ธ"๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐‹๐ž๐ญ ๐Œ๐ž ๐†๐จ"๐Ÿ”ธ, which we are all looking forward to.
Today I have another interview for you about this whole Placebo creative period.
โšกโ€ผ ๐„๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ญ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐›๐จ'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•. โ€ผโšก

Photo credit : Mads Perch, edit by Marti

Placebo are on fire again. More than a quarter-century since vocalist-guitarist Brian Molko and bassist Stefan Olsdal started bashing around with broken guitars and toy instruments in Molkoโ€™s front room in Deptford, the core duo have dug very deep to spirit up their gobsmackingly urgent eighth long-player.


Called โ€˜Never Let Me Goโ€™, it channels all their skill as songwriters and sound-makers into music that satisfies their near-brutal appetite for self-expression, but also seeks a furious relevance with the early-โ€™20s world we all find ourselves in โ€“ crawling out of the pandemic into a landscape of intolerance, division, tech-saturation and imminent eco-catastrophe.


As such, the 2021-model Placebo are the diametric opposite of mid-career complacency, tackling both global issues and their own creative demands head on. The option to sit back and coast on former glories was there on a plate for them when they were last among us circa 2016-18. /***/


โ€œI thought it all got a little bit too commercial, around that period โ€“ the retrospective period,โ€ says Brian today, virtually spitting out those words with revulsion. โ€œThe whole enterprise was commercial, rather than artistic one, and I guess we reacted against that. Iโ€™m like, โ€˜Fuck this, the next record is gonna be about the pain of the world!โ€™ The silent scream that is everywhere โ€“ thatโ€™s what interests me. Not this masturbatory, self-congratulatory two-year thing of, arenโ€™t we amazing?โ€


Adds Stefan, โ€œIt was actually like this gruelling five-year tour which went from the last album being released [2013โ€™s โ€˜Loud Like Loveโ€™] into the greatest hits. It kind of went on and on, and it was sucking the life out of me. I didnโ€™t have a lot of enthusiasm left for the band, because I think I was just drained. The thought of doing it again filled me with dread.โ€


It was Brianโ€™s energy โ€“ an undimmably contrarian, refusenik spirit โ€“ which got Placebo back up and running. Having functioned with only a touring drummer since 2015, it was like the band had come full circle when just Brian and Stef reconvened to commence work on โ€˜Never Let Me Goโ€™ in 2018 โ€“ only these days a little more upscale, at Stefโ€™s home studio in East London. /***/


โ€˜Never Let Me Goโ€™ opens with a mind-boggling sound, rather like Big Blackโ€™s Kerosene, where youโ€™re instantly wondering, โ€œHow did they do that? Is it a guitarโ€ฆor what?โ€ That intro to โ€˜Forever Chemicalsโ€™ was apparently the first piece of music completed for the album, and itโ€™s not an instrument youโ€™d expect.


โ€œI had this drum machine on my iPad,โ€ Molko reveals, โ€œand I programmed a beat in, but then I continued to look through the menu, and you could put this drum machine on a whole set of orchestral instruments, so I put the drumbeat onto a harp, and then I distorted it and put some delay on it โ€“ boom! So that is a distorted harp loop that started off as a programmed drumbeat. I guess it was a signpost of how we were going to do this record, moving forward.โ€


Digesting the albumโ€™s narrative as a whole, it bursts into life with unrestrainable urgency, its first three tracks rocketing along with all the vigour of a teenage punk combo, but with consummate pop mastery on โ€˜Beautiful Jamesโ€™, a stirring anthem for non-heteronormative relationships from a group who first championed such diversity with 1996โ€™s Nancy Boy amid Britpopโ€™s amorphous lad culture, before todayโ€™s more open, crusading atmosphere.


The memorable opening line from third song โ€˜Hugzโ€™ โ€“ โ€œa hug is just another way of hiding your faceโ€ โ€“ feels like it may be some tart comment on pandemic manners. Itโ€™s a crushing statement when any form of embrace has felt so priceless during recent months of enforced solitude, but it was actually written โ€“ or rather thieved โ€“ by Brian from no lesser source than โ€˜Doctor Whoโ€™.


โ€œLike a lot of my best lines, itโ€™s not mine!โ€ laughs the magpie songsmith. โ€œIt was when Peter Capaldi was still playing the Doctor, pre-pandemic, and Clara Oswald was saying goodbye and asks for a hug, so he hugged her and said, โ€˜Itโ€™s just a way of hiding your faceโ€™, and I went, โ€˜Thank you very much!โ€™ So it was another one where the inspiration for the song came from that [duly shortened] title.โ€


After the initial fast-paced three-song triple-whammy, โ€˜Never Let Me Goโ€™ opens out through many moods and musical styles, which widen the rubric for what Placebo can be.

Photo credit : Mads Perch

โ€œItโ€™s a very synthy record,โ€ Molko proudly declares. โ€œTowards the end of โ€™19, I set myself a challenge, to try and get a synthesiser on every song on the record. I had the bug, and then Stef got the bug, and our producer Adam Noble got the bug. Now there are four or five on each song, and itโ€™s almost as if the distorted guitars and the vintage synthesisers are as important as each other, and thereโ€™s this push and pull between them. Melodically, a lot of time the guitars are just supporting the lead melody, which is on synthesiser.โ€


Tracks which bear this out include โ€˜Beautiful Jamesโ€™, the fizzing โ€˜Chemtrailsโ€™ and the almost Visage-like โ€˜Sad White Reggaeโ€™, but Placeboโ€™s sound palette also takes in splashes of piano (โ€˜This Is What You Wantedโ€™), orchestration (โ€˜The Prodigalโ€™ โ€“ says Stefan, โ€œwe always loved the string arrangement for โ€˜Eleanor Rigbyโ€™, where a simple quartet can be so powerful and rhythmicโ€), spoken word (โ€˜Went Missingโ€™) and, on โ€˜Surrounded By Spiesโ€™, a strange collision of rap and soundtrack music, of which Stef observes, โ€œWe definitely feel that one breaks the mould a bit for usโ€.


Just musically, the album has a narrative arc thatโ€™s wide-reaching and intrepid, touching many bases and finally culminating with โ€˜Fix Yourselfโ€™, which builds in slow, stately fashion like a lost track off The Cureโ€™s โ€˜Disintegrationโ€™, yet never quite delivers on its title promise by resolving to a happy ending, instead drifting off inconclusively to a disquieting mantra: โ€œgo fix yourself, instead of someone elseโ€.


As Molko was saying, itโ€™s all about โ€œthe pain of the world, the silent scream that is everywhereโ€ โ€ฆand the powers-that-be didnโ€™t write a happy ending for that movie yet.


For Brian Molko, โ€œit remains imperative that each listener discovers their own personal story within our songs โ€“ I really donโ€™t want to tell anyone how to feelโ€. Yet there is a fury at the heart of โ€˜Never Let Me Goโ€™ which, while never explicitly polemical, is palpably sparked by the many lunacies and injustices he says in contemporary life.


Those who interview Molko will inevitably be subject to extraordinarily acutely articulated views on all facets of our daily experience right now, whether it be Instagramโ€™s โ€œinfinity mirror of narcissismโ€, or the campaign against online intolerance.


One might say that heโ€™s an opinionated rock star like they donโ€™t make โ€™em anymore, but like any true artist he considers himself a conduit for what the general public are feeling. In the mid-โ€™90s, back when non-binary icons werenโ€™t realistically dreamt of, he spoke for those who felt alienated by blokey Britpop, channelling glam-goth androgyny, grungey sonics and pop savvy for an alternative vision which struck a genuinely international chord. With more than 13 million albums now sold, including five UK Top Ten LP chart entries and comparable global sales for โ€˜Without You, Iโ€™m Nothingโ€™ (1998) and 2009โ€™s Europe-slaying โ€˜Battle For The Sunโ€™, Placebo have a voice that can be neither ignored nor silenced.


All that thought about the worldโ€™s follies comes at a price. โ€œIโ€™m as psychologically brutalized by the last few years, as is anybody who has a heart enough to care,โ€ says a rueful Molko, going on to explain how heโ€™s been suffering prolonged bouts of insomnia, โ€œwhere I sleep maximum two or three hours a night, for two or three monthsโ€. The upside, however, is that the sleep deprivation makes him โ€œopen to something because of the deliriousness, and melodies just appear in my head from nowhereโ€. The hookline for โ€˜Beautiful Jamesโ€™, for instance, arrived at 5am one morning, which had him scrambling across his East London flat to the piano, with Voice Notes engaged on his smartphone.


And all this BEFORE the Coronavirus cast unprecedented existential dread and uncertainty into everyoneโ€™s lives. By the time the pandemic hit, โ€˜Never Let Me Goโ€™ was 85% completed. After briefly toying with programming all the beats themselves, Brian and Stef decided to switch operations from Olsdalโ€™s flat to RAK Studios near Regentโ€™s Park, to record live drums from touring sticksman Matthew Lunn, as well as Pietro Garrone from sometime support act Husky Loops, from Bologna, Italy (โ€œWe wanted a very enthusiastic person in the room, and thatโ€™s exactly who Pietro isโ€).


โ€œWe were just finishing up the final drum tracks,โ€ Stef remembers, โ€œwhen a voice on TV that evening in March โ€™20, told everyone lockdown was starting. We were the last people in RAK, going, โ€˜Er, should we go home then?โ€™โ€


Placeboโ€™s eighth album was on schedule for a summer โ€™20 release, but instead of rushing it out, or even using the protracted downtime to knock out a second long-player, they decided to spend further time finessing the one at hand back at Stefโ€™s. Brian was unhappy with some of his lyrics and completely rewrote the words for three songs.


โ€œI wanted to capture the confusion of what itโ€™s like to be alive today,โ€ he reasons, โ€œthe feeling of being lost, always walking in a labyrinth, continuously being overwhelmed by information and opinions.โ€

Photo credit : Mads Perch

His inestimable skill is to evoke all this without pinpointing or overstating, to imply critique without hectoring. Heโ€™s particularly proud of the line in โ€˜Fix Yourselfโ€™, โ€œI am bored of your Caucasian Jesusโ€ โ€“ an artfully sideways rock โ€˜nโ€™ roll alignment, surely, with Black Lives Matter. Elsewhere, the track rails at the barrage of online ads and social-media conversations telling us how to think and how to live.


While Molko himself is loath to be too direct, Olsdal has this to say: โ€œBrian has 300 different highways in his head, all going at a million miles an hour. Thereโ€™s so much in his lyrics this time, taking you to so many different places โ€“ some very dark, but thereโ€™s love and hope in there, too. I see a lot of his truth, and our truth.โ€


When Molko does speak directly, his words hit all the harder. The issue of privacy, and the everyday hijacking thereof in 2020โ€™s life, is one very close to home for him, clearly expressed in โ€˜Surrounded By Spiesโ€™.


โ€œI began to ponder the countless ways in which our privacy has been eroded and stolen since the introduction worldwide of CCTV cameras that now employ racist facial recognition technologies; the rise of the internet and the smartphone, which has turned practically every user into a paparazzo and a spectator in their own life, and how we have mostly all offered up personal information to enormous multinationals whose sole intent is to exploit us.โ€


Brian delivers an equally open broadside on the environment crisis, on the scathingly titled, โ€˜Try Better Next Timeโ€™ โ€“ obviously, there will be no second chances after planetary destruction. โ€œIt talks about growing fins, and going back to the water,โ€ he says, โ€œwhich is also a nod to Captain Beefheartโ€™s โ€˜The Spotlight Kidโ€™ obviously.โ€


He believes that our reckless attitude towards our own living space is simply an extension of our insubstantial culture. โ€œI wonder how disposable everything is going to become until essentially the next disposable thing is us,โ€ he muses. โ€œIs there another species on this planet that deserves an extinction event more than humans? Just look at the way we behave and what weโ€™ve done to our climate. Shouldnโ€™t Mother Nature just wipe us out and give our planet back to the animals?โ€ He smiles.


โ€œI say to my son, Iโ€™m a little jealous of you because your generation may get front-row seats to the Apocalypse. You might be able to watch it all burn. It might be the last thing you ever do, but youโ€™ll sure go out in a blaze of glory!โ€


Little wonder Molko suffers all those sleepless nights. โ€˜Never Let Me Goโ€™ is music for the committed and the disenchanted, for insomniacs, activists and trolls to chew over at their leisure. It also takes Placebo to a thrilling new breadth of sound and style โ€“ yet another โ€˜best album theyโ€™ve ever doneโ€™, in an unstoppable sequence of them. Once youโ€™ve grabbed hold of it, indeed, you wonโ€™t want to let it go.
(Speakeasy PR 2022)

You can read the whole interview here:
https://bit.ly/3CHw9Eo

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