General
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Dummy
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Article 6
Article 7
Article 8
Portishead (album)
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Live
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Portishead - Dummy,
(Go! Discs/London)
Whereas the small UK town of Portishead didn't even warrant a
speck of geographic recognition in my hefty atlas, the band of
the same monicker has gone beyond being a blip on the MTV musical
map. Their near-dub drenched, cafe noir soundscapes have garnered
the much coveted Buzz Bin status, meaning millions of kids are
now wolfing down their after school cookies, milk and Green Day
with a Portishead chaser. Which is disturbing considering that
I can't see anyone reaching for Dummy until sometime
just before midnight, when they've come home stoked on java and
looking for something to subdue the shakes. What 22 year old sound
man/bedroom techno-whiz Geoff Barrow and his somewhat enigmatic
chanteuse Beth Gibbons have etched out together are dark little
fugues, laced with hip hop rhythms and haunting vocals. On something
like "Strangers", Portishead show that they can jump
vibes from subversive, thumping bass movements, to subtle jazz
guitar licks that sound like they were lifted from a scratchy
78, and back again effortlessly, all in one track. "Sour
Times" has gotten all the attention so far with its muted
bass line rumbling underneath, the chilling vocal hook in the
chorus and a thin twangy guitar line strung around the whole package.
Dummy is all thick, smoky atmospherics and lush life
sonics with a few DJ flourishes that will still probably wind
up marking a lot of time in club and cafe land. Geoff mentioned
that they weren't much interested in touring, but he might have
to retract that comment if the hoopla goes on much longer. That
is, unless someone slips David Lynch a copy of the disc soon and
snatches them up first.
Joe Silva
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