Garbage has been regarded as one smart band that has done experimental music but never played around too much with the audience. Their passionate rendition of music creates waves of charm that has only expanded over the years. Bleed Like Me is their fourth album but took a long time in release. With the return of celebrity drummer Butch Vig Garbage went on to work with the new album. Manson’s unique voice with its classical features goes on to rip off the so long repressed feelings.
The song “Bad Boyfriend” opens with the Blondie like cantaloupe singing but there is even bigger drumming than ever on the first track of the album. Mod rock’s pet, John Bonham comes on to rescue with the additional work with the music on this song. Manson plays like the predatory and ever charming seducer in every breathy wisp of mellow tones cutting the edges of raspy sexiness. The beauty of Manson’s voice takes the album on to higher levels of ecstasy and there is no control to the desire for pleasure coming from a feminist perspective. However there is enough sarcasm at play, especially when you have it coming from the voice of a woman enjoying the game of power struggle, a conscience that almost every urban and powerful woman of today would have to struggle with! There is sustained pleasure in the album line up. The best is yet to come whenever you think that the best track has been given out. “Right between the Eyes” and “Why Do You Love Me” will make you think of Blue Oyster Cult. There is no surprise that “Run Baby Run” is very refreshing in the ears than the covers done by new bands like Kasabian or Bloc Party. Manson’s atomic pleading are all powerful punches to the senses, a.k.a. Deborah Harry or even better, just like her signature style. There are powerful distortion chords at work with most of the songs, playfully tuned to match her oozing charm. You could think even New Order could not do a better job. If Marilyn Manson or Trent Reznor is doing a good job with their synth pop styles then it is time we let Garbage to the work with the machines. They are much better any day even making machines bleed singing through scabrous distortion and music that at times oozes the pain of want, the thoroughfare of the melancholic.