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Dummy
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Portishead (album)
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Live
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Zep Singer's Fave Rave Turns In A Winner
By Neil Strauss
In an interview
with Robert Plant this summer, I asked him to name last piece
of music he had heard that sent shivers down his spine. His answer
almost made up for all the cocky, sardonic, and arrogant (though
quite funny) comments he had made over the course of the afternoon.
It was Portishead's Dummy, one of the most original sounding albums
to be released this year. If Led Zeppelin's music explored the
contrasts between light and shade, Portishead's explores the differences
between high and low.
An English band named after a small
English town, Portishead use dance music as the starting point
for their study in contrasts. On the top of the music floats
the voice of Beth Gibbons. Her soprano hangs lightly in the
air, dreamy and completely alone. Far below it, an electronic
bassline throbs, pulses, and buzzes and a slow drumbeat fades
in and out. Occasionally, a funk record squawks slowly and atmospherically,
a theremin (the early electronic instrument) hums creepily,
or a trumpet solos in the void.
Where England's ambient musicians
are having trouble making a full album of dance music sound
interesting, Portishead succeed by approaching their music
visually as much as sonically. Lyrics like "Can anybody
see the light, where the moon meets the dew," from "Strangers,"
seem to come more from the mind of a cinematographer than
a musician; and it's more than the "Mission Impossible"
sample in "Sour Times" that drives this album on
like a suspense thriller. Slow organ melodies, that plodding
bass rumble, and Gibbons' voice, like that of a dance-music
diva lost in a hip-hop groove, all add up to an album that
prides itself on being eerie, eerie enough to send spook even
a rocker as hardened as Robert Plant.
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