RAVE - Placebo at The Masonic

It still surprises me when I visit a venue where its founders - in this case the weird and wonderful Freemasons - probably anticipated receiving guests with more formal attire and intent but now entertains bleached goths and assorted die-hard Depeche Mode-rs.

And so it was last night, when the gloriously loud Placebo played.

We'd seen Placebo a couple of times before, but I'm still in credit with Mrs Page concert-wise, so she was happy to join me for an eardrum punishment session on the balcony of the Nob Hill Masonic Lodge.

Brian Molko has a voice that can cut glass, and that plus four guitars, two keyboards and a drummer who worked up a real sweat attempting to out-do the rest made for a great show.