- “i feel like something being lined up to be fucked by oscar wilde,” he simpers. “all 19th century and renty.” “you look more like a vampire,” steve hewitt points out. “you look like you want to pierce necks and sip, sip, sip at warm blood.” selected
- [on without you, i am nothing] “this album has the mood of… post-coital comedown. that feeling of having… fucked yourself empty. but,” he says raising an admonishing finger, “we were never as bad as led zeppelin.”
- without you, i am nothing has a sense of ruinous exhaustion, and rather smacky introspection. it evokes those rainy depressive days where you feel rather too frail to leave the house, and comfort yourself by playing all the records you loved five years ago. in placebo’s case, this rainy play-list seems to contain joy division, the cure, jane’s addiction and tindersticks.
- "i crave… love. now. i crave love. i want the security of a real relationship. someone who really cares. someone who’s not going to fuck with my head."
may 19 2016 ∞
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