my problems with mr. molko (aka fluffytop)

part one: the new album

brain molko used to be very good at what he does.  he wrote song lyrics about sex, drugs, and feeling sorry for himself.  despite many of the songs being juvenile, they were generally quite good.  take for example the classic work, 'teenage angst.'  the title really says it all.  the song is brilliant!  it was perfect pop, aimed at the youth of the world who feel that nothing ever goes their way. now that brian is all grown up and mature at the venerable age of twenty-nine, he's over all that.  now, ladies and gentlemen, our dear fluffytop is political!!  i will give brian that placebo's latest tunes are dandy. . . musically.  it is, however, almost fact that the lyrics leave something to be desired.  it is this humle writer's opinion that brian has probably never known what it is like to be a black man hung by white supremacists in the first half of the 1900s.  but thats just me.  i respect that a bands may want to change its image over time.  but come on brian, i mean really, did you need to add hip-hop? on the fourth track of last years black market music, mr molko finds it necessary not only to jump on the white-boys-with-rap-in-thier-songs bandwagon, but to chant (in a reasonably irritating manner), 'dope, guns and fucking in the streets!'  well.  that must be anarchy. my advice to brian: go back your needle.

'fluffytop makes me ill.'

'im totally lost! take me back to the beginning!!

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