I’ve always had a thing for female indie/folk singers. I don’t really know how it came about. Many of them have such soothing voices that I go crazy. It probably plays into my fetish of having my girl sing me to sleep after sex, or even just sing me to sleep, period. I’m sure that stems from some sort of “mommy issue” since my parents divorced when I was 4 years old and I was taken care of by other family members as much as my mother did so I’m looking for some of that motherly affection…but that psych analysis should wait for another day.
So when I heard Portishead was putting out their third new release, aptly called “Third” I was ecstatic to be able to hear Beth Gibbons’ voice again. Some may think this album was destined to fail with so much riding on it, but “Third” definitely didn’t disappoint. Right from the beginning Portishead plays into their dichotomy of erratically stream-lined beats and loops with Gibbons smoothing the edges with her lyrics. Once the first song, Silence, started, I was immediately hooked.
However, Portishead doesn’t stop playing with you. Like waves a water, the music comes at you, then draws back, only to hit you again. You’d think such music creation would be easy, but it’s not. You can ask any electronica fan, and I don’t mean club-goers (although, I’m sure some remixes will come out of this album.)
If I had to choose a favorite song, it would have to be The Rip. It starts itself acoustically, and plays into a beat machine, with of course Gibbons being the standard throughout. It’s a bit melancholy, but easily a good make-out song even when it is so wrong (check the lyrics.) It’s wrong much like couples making Chris Isaak’s I Want to Fall In Love their song. Yeah, the word love is in it, but listen to the lyrics, guys. Not exactly a profession of love there. Of course, Machine Gun and We Carry On are just as good. Hell, I’ll say it again, I love this whole damn album.
All in all, I give this album 4 out of 5 hot indie chicks named Anya Teresse.