Barnes & Noble
The decadence-courting Brits in Placebo have titled their fourth album Sleeping with Ghosts, a mighty good indicator of the hung-over, but not regretful, memories that lurk inside. Singer Brian Molko, long an advocate of excess, maintains that spirit on the glammy "This Picture," which cloaks S&M psychobabble in lascivious, T. Rex-derived riffs. On the flip side, the starkly clipped, metallic "The Bitter End" weighs in on the numbness that sets in after the ingestion of too much of, well, everything. The hollow-eyed approach is the norm here, from the arch "Plasticene," a dissolute plaint against the overuse of plastic surgery, to the self-doubting title track, a lashing out against the insidiousness of modern popular culture. While there's a decent amount of Placebo's trademark Spiders from Mars-via-GN'R bombast, Sleeping with Ghosts is punctuated with a surprising number of introspective interludes -- most poignantly, the spare piano ballad "Protect Me from What I Want" -- which give the disc an edge-of-maturity vibe that portends well for the future. David Sprague
All Music Guide
Since the band's 1996 self-titled debut, Placebo has penchant for delivering spiky, stylishly slick pop songs, in particular "Nancy Boy" and "Pure Morning." Brian Molko's femme-like vocals and androgynous appearance is matched with Stefan Olsdal and Steve Hewitt's solid glam-inspired instrumentation, giving Placebo a spot of its own in the typically cheeky Brit-pop scene. Fourth album Sleeping With Ghosts works with the band's post-grunge/experimental desire to keep things campy and emotionally intact; however, Placebo's a bit reserved this time around. While Without You I'm Nothing boasted a glam rock edge and Black Market Music captured more of a punk-glam polish, Sleeping With Ghosts crawls with mopish, gnarled ballads. "Bulletproof Cupid" is a vibrant album opener with classic guitar snarling, but the album's intensity quickly drops when "English Summer Rain"'s flimsy electronic bits lose step with Molko's dismal interpretation of nature. The electric riffs of "The Bitter End" stick with Placebo's frenzied rock style, and "Plasticine" and "Second Sight" are equally cool dark pop, but stand in contrast to the bigger standouts of "Taste in Men" from Black Market Music and "Every You Every Me" from Without You I'm Nothing. Placebo has an undeniable swagger, and any attempt to tame its overconfident character simply doesn't work. The whiny, synth-driven "Protect Me from What I Want" is a perfect example; Molko's sharp wit is much too literal in criticizing social conformity, typically mocking and self-deprecating as in the song "Special Needs." Sleeping With Ghosts doesn't venture out lyrically or sonically, but that's not to say it's a bad album. The members of Placebo, now in their early thirties, move beyond the spit and scowl of their previous albums, and new fans will find Sleeping With Ghosts to be a good record. Old fans, though, might think the band wimped out while growing up. MacKenzie Wilson