All Hail The Burger Queen!
Since Placebo made a big splash in the U.K. in 1996 with their self-titled
debut, androgynous lead singer/guitarist and American expatriate Brian
Molko has become something of a music-press icon there, regularly showing
up in various rock mags with tales of sex- and drug-fuelled decadence
currently rivaled by perhaps only Portland, Ore.'s Dandy Warhols, escapades
that
he always seems slightly apologetic for -- yet not so apologetic that the
cross-dressing, media-savvy singer would miss the next round of kicks for
anything. This version of Molko was aptly summed up in his big-in-Europe
hit "Nancy Boy," a kind of Marc-Bolan-meets-Perry-Farrell horny sing-along,
a rocking rant that was damn-near impossible to get out of your head once
you'd heard it.
However, as was evidenced on the album whence it sprang, "Nancy
Boy" was only one side of Placebo, and maybe not even the dominant side.
Musically, the band is squarely rooted in the 1980s post-punk of Joy
Division, early New Order, Echo and the Bunnymen, the Cure and the Smiths
(whose "Bigmouth Strikes Again" Placebo once covered), and on this second
album it is these -- along with more than a touch of those gloomy Yanks,
Nirvana, whose power-trio format Placebo emulate -- blackly romantic
influences that reign supreme. Rather than the cat-scratch fever of "Nancy
Boy" and subsequent non-album tracks like "Slackerbitch" and "Miss
Moneypenny," Without You I'm Nothing deals with the afterglow of
Placebo's initial success, suffused with the sweetly melancholic emptiness
that hits when you wake up one morning knowing that you've overdone it, had
one snort, one groupie too many -- and yet would
(and will) happily do it all again.
"Pure Morning," already a smash hit in the U.K., leads things off here as
the natural follow-up to "Nancy Boy," yet in place of the frenzied vocal of
the latter, Molko now sounds detached, distanced from the action, like a
monotonal Lou Reed (a big Placebo fan, btw) detailing a litany of decadence
on "Walk On The Wild Side." "A friend in need's a friend indeed/ a friend
with weed is better," the singer recites over a background of metallic
mechanofunk laid down by the inspired rhythm section of Stefan Olsdal on
bass and, making his proper recording debut with Placebo, Steve Hewitt on
drums. The manic "Brick Shithouse" follows up strongly, sounding like an
Anglo-American merger of New Order and Nirvana, with the deceased third
party of an illicit love triangle haunting his lover from the grave: "Now
your lover went and put me in the ground/ I'll be watching when he's
around," Molko sings. "You Don't Care About Us" then forsakes subtlety and
takes the New Order fixation all the way, led by Olsdal's very Hook-y (as
in NO's Peter) bassline.
Without You I'm Nothing isn't a perfect album: At times, Molko's
heavy-success hangover gets a little too lugubrious, as on the
smack-tale death waltz of "My Sweet Prince," which falls a bit flat, and
the pretty but
insubstantial "Summer's Gone," both of which I would gladly have traded for
more uptempo rockers like the scathing "Scared Of Girls." Yet the majestic
gloom of the title track, which evokes the classic Bunnymen of Heaven Up
Here, and the fragile, self-mocking biography of "Burger Queen" (as in
"Luxembourg," the singer's hometown, and "Molko," Jewish for "queen"), which
floats lines like "Came to this world by caesarian section ... now it
takes him all day just to get an erection" over Faith-era Cure
atmospherics, more than compensate. And don't forget the smoking "hidden
track," a la Nevermind, where Placebo prove that they can do the
power-trio jam thang with any of 'em.
More than a mere placebo, then, Without You I'm Nothing proves
that Brian Molko and company are the real thing. The Burger Queen -- long
may he reign.