Placebo in Madrid

"I see the public a sign that says 'Madrid'. Thanks, but I know what city I am. " Based on eyeliner, Brian Molko has built an image of dark type that nothing further from reality: in exchange for a little more carefree pose, its aura of mystery disappears when dealing with the public. Or at least we had that feeling yesterday, actually, Madrid. After passing through Paris, Rome, Zurich and Hamburg, Placebo landed in the capital as a coda to a mini-tour that, through the initiative of Mercedes Benz (ai, marks, they will end up saving the music), has led to the stage as a band sound of the new car of the German company.
"Hi, hello brother, hello assholes: we Pla-ce-bo". First in perfect Spanish, ce real, later throwing them against the obvious signs that brought the fans, then doing the same against the "Cyclops" who see the show through the screens of their phones for a stripped Molko while its glam aura to actually get into the public pocket. "You can go online to criticize morning. It's called freedom of expression. " And so wide.
But hey, without acrimony. The hearing of the different plants of the Joy Eslava enjoyed, without compromises, like the most. And the concerts of this type is what you have: mixed audience, draw half entering and half by invitation, punctual waiting two hours before the show to enjoy the open bar before. The mythical and beautiful room of Madrid, to almost full capacity, prepared from mid-afternoon over beer and catering of Do piglet? to meet the group. And after twenty electrical and dubsteperos minute video presentation of the product (the car of Mercedes), Placebo came on stage to review their great songs.
They had many years without coming to the capital. "God! ¿Placebo? I saw it coming but when I tried to draw or "lamented more than a fan when the band would be recalled that last night around here. A pity, because they fulfilled. Although an event of such features always lack the magic of that in which the capacity has gone and only paid for itself and only to see his group, hour and a half long concert showed that it need not be so cold: between 17 tracks of the setlist, fell expected Ashtray Heart ("mai senisero, senisero mai"), Special Needs, Every You Every Me, Battle for the Sun or chanted The Bitter End, which exalt the Joy finished. At the time, other equally unwanted hits as Song to Say Goodbye, and for the encore (encores and everything!) Post Blue, Infra Red and Taste in Men.
In closing, greeting the public theater Stefan Olsdal (bass guitar), Molko (vocals, guitar) and drummer Steve Forrest young surrounded by the rest of the team (violinist and keyboardist), which topped the sound of a night of luxury. The guests left still excited: the post concert deserved it. The open bar was on pace to issues Thursday night. He had been an evening round.