I always rediscover Placebo when I’m feeling grey around the edges. They’ve been serenading me through the past week amid the rain outside, amid the rain inside my head, Molko voices my inner thoughts in far more eloquent ways than I can by myself. I know the hype’s out on Battle for the Sun and all, but the Without You I’m Nothing & Black Market Music era hits me hard where it hurts, where I understand.

The song “Without You I’m Nothing”  is nothing short of a masterwork, so much so that David Bowie, upon hearing it, insisted upon singing it with the Placebo trio.  Who else but Molko can pen lines like these: I’m unclean, a libertine, and every time you vent your spleen I seem to lose the power of speech, you’re slipping slowly from my reach. You grow me like an evergreen, you never see the lonely me at all.

I take the plan, spin it sideways. I fall.

Without you, I’m nothing.
Without you, I’m nothing at all.


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