Like their sci-finoir rock contemporaries Garbage, Placebo are a band to which music is finally catching up. Nine years on from their seventh album Loud Like Love, Never Let Me Go finds their brooding cyber rock gently tweaked and polished – a little more synth, a touch more buzz and clatter – yet sounding as timely and relevant to future rock trends as at any point since Nancy Boy.
The album was made backwards, building songs around pre-written song titles and the sleeve shot of a psychedelic alien cove, but the result is reliably Molko: techpop crackers Beautiful James and Try Better Next Time blast past on sleek melodic hoverboards, while the darker, introspective tracks of the final quarter swirl and churn ominously, as if to remind us why The Cure and David Bowie backed Placebo like brothers in the 90s.
There are sonic surprises: The Prodigal is sheer orchestral euphoria, Sad White Reggae should be called ‘Electrofunk Strutrock, Actually’ and Hugz comes on like Rage Against The Machine raging against the metaverse. But it’s the themes that most intrigue.
Over the course of the album, Brian Molko’s narcotic and pharmaceutical misadventures (Forever Chemicals) seem to descend into disjointed paranoia (Surrounded By Spies), demonic delusion (Twin Demons) and protective seclusion (Went Missing).
Along the way he touches on Brexit, surveillance culture, climate catastrophe, reincarnation and the illuminati. We, too, clearly have catching up to do.
