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The Supper Club, New York, NY 4/30/95
MTV Online: Portishead
Elegant, but not too intimate, Manhattan's
Supper Club proved the perfect venue for the much-anticipated
New York live debut of British ensemble Portishead. Just as their
stunning first album, "DUMMY," relies on an incredible
attention to detail--the discrete, poignant use of sampling in
the tracks crafted by Geoff Barrow, the emotionally taxing vocal
precision of Beth Gibbons--so too every aspect of their stage
show seemed clearly thought out and tightly controlled. But the
question hung in many fans' minds: Could Portishead recreate their
carefully constructed sound in a live performance? And if so,
could they preserve the numbing impact of "DUMMY" without
boring their audience?
Guests on the ground floor were seated
cabaret-style at small tables set with votive candles (required
on the band's rider). A taped set of selections from film soundtracks
and various low-key instrumental albums, coupled with subtle oil
gels projected onto a screen above the stage, complemented the
ambiance of the space, evoking a nostalgic feel of the late '60s
or early '70s. Half an hour before the band's set, a DJ spun hip
hop tracks at a booming volume ill-befitting the murky mood. Just
before the live set, we warmed up with a screening of "To
Kill A Dead Man," a ten-minute film without dialogue created
by Portishead from which the "Sour Times" video was
culled.
The five piece band--guitarist Adrian
Utley, a drummer, a keyboard player, a bassist, and Barrow (mixing
vinyl test pressings of his own beats behind the turntables)--opened
with an instrumental. The venue's acoustics suited the group perfectly,
balancing the sound with remarkable clarity. Then Gibbons entered;
all focus was on her voice as she started "Numb" An
added layer of vocal warmth shone through in her singing, as lines
like "I tried to reveal what I could feel" underlined
the aesthetic Gibbons has articulated in her rare interviews:
she is consumed with a passion to explore the emotional extremes
of every lyric she writes, and she communicates that in her singing.
In the studio, she records extensive multiple takes until she
captures the exact mood she desires for a song; it was obvious
from her reluctance to bother with any choreography or attempts
to "entertain" the audience, in addition to her intense
concentration on stage, that she was determined to achieve that
same level of perfection even without the luxury of retakes. Her
attire (a long, simple burgundy sheath over black leather pants)
and her nervous, subdued stage manner revealed that Portishead's
motivation for a live show is not to "perform", but
simply to elevate that emotional core of their songs to a level
of greater intensity.
The band took advantage of the live
setting to spin certain tracks out to longer lengths, but the
overall sound stayed remarkably close to the album. Utley showed
himself to be a top-notch guitarist, with a stylistic fluidity
encompassing everything from reggae to Duane Eddy. The tight ensemble
provided the perfect backdrop for Gibbons, and with each progressive
number she squeezed more and more from her limited range, eschewing
volume or vocal pyrotechnics in favor of shifting colorations.
For "Stranger" she offset the moody, ambient accompaniment
with a bluesy delivery; on the seductive "Glory Box"
she alternated between a purring sex kitten a la Eartha Kitt and
a lost little girl. At every turn, she went further out on the
limb, offering enigmatic glimpses into the life behind her lyrics.
She parlayed her vulnerability into a strength, leaving the audience
enraptured.
The 45 minute set was capped with an
encore culminating in the hit "Sour Times." As the backdrop
of starry lights began flashing bright white, Gibbons uncharacteristically
exploded, riding atop the surging waves. After so much restraint,
her unfettered wails of "Nobody loves me/It's true/Not like
you do" hit hard. It was a climactic, and draining, finale
to a brief but intensely rewarding set.
Kurt B. Reighley
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