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Puncture
Spring 1995, No. 32
Portishead
Dummy
(Go! Discs/London)
This Bristol, England band consist of studio wunderkind/multi-instrumentalist
Geoff Barrow and vocalist Beth Gibbons, supplemented by numerous
session musicians and a host of elegantly plied (and annotated)
samples. With Barrow (a famed remixer of material as diverse as
Primal Scream and Gravediggaz) at the console, Dummy comes on
like a pure epiphany of studio technology. Calling this record
slick is apt enough (that's what it aims to be); calling it smooth
is exact. Portishead present the listener with spare, chilling
soundscapes driven by mellow hiphop beats and the soul-inflected
vocals of Gibbons. The duo's work astutely creates a shimmering
and suggestive atmosphere that confers a near-cinematic quality;
too dramatically charged to be just a soundtrack, these numbers
work like a kind of sonic cinema.
Dummy pulls back the curtain with the
slow, sinuous "Mysterons", a song that could be mood
music for a robotic film noir: its forward thrust is conferred
by a mellow dance throb minimally fleshed out with guitar, Rhodes
keyboard, and wispy but artful theramin figures. "Sour Times"
concocts sultry atmospherics via a programmed hiphop shuffle,
a healthy dose of hazy '60s-detective-show guitar tremolo, and
a recurrent, shivering sample culled from the "Mission Impossible"
soundtrack; Gibbons graces this with her most provocatively smoky
performance.
With "It Could Be Sweet",
things turn soulful. Amid a swaying organ line and canned, narcotically
muted drums, Gibbons comes on like a blue-eyed, sugar-coated version
of Sade (without that singer's oft-tedious faux-jazz trappings).
All told, a dazzling debut. Phil Pegg
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