markl
Hangin' with the monkeys.
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I really love this band. Saw them twice live in their heyday. Surprisingly good live band; you wouldn't think they could easily reproduce this stuff live, but they did. They had a great drummer at this time, too. They created this ominous, hovering, evil racket that was other-worldly. Beth Gibbons was extremely hot then, too.
A very reluctant chanteuse, extremely fragile and shy, she almost imploded before your very eyes. She always seemed amazed when the audience applauded her, very sweet. I was at the show in SF that was recorded (in part) for their live album.
3 (Third) is a (minor) disappointment to me, the kind of disappointment you get when a truly great band merely makes a very good or difficult record instead of an outstanding one that grabs you right away (especially given how long we've waited for this one). I've listened to it 4 times now; it still sounds like Portishead, but all the songs are somewhat same-y to me. It seems to be missing something (excitement, movement, action, thrills).
It's all a bit too low-key and somber (even for Portishead). It's like they looked back at the first two albums and mercilessly decided to strip out all the "pop" elements that lightened up or enlivened the basic sound. On the one hand, it's admirable for a band like this to go and do the opposite of what many other lesser bands would be tempted to do at this point in their careers-- try and create a pure pop album that could be cut up and pasted into cell-phone ads and such. They went the other way, and decided to make the "diffiicult" third album. Good for them. For us...
This is an oppressive, smothering album. It's almost relentlessly single-minded. Like other Portishead albums, it successfully envelops you in its own world of sound that is totally unique and unmistakeably Portishead. However, unlike the previous 2 albums, this one sounds kind of tired and defeated; like an astronaut floating away helplessly into deep dark space.
It's a lot to absorb, and its the kind of hard slab of an album that you will keep coming back to, trying to find a way in. It's like a mountain with a sheer cliff face and very few hand-holds for you to grasp on to and climb up. It's tough going but rewarding.
This record was always going to be a troubled one, given the nature of band relations, the length of time between releases, and the degree to which the musical landscape has shifted since they were last active. It's easy to play Monday morning quarterback; and if I was producer of this record, I would have wanted a few more pure, clear moments, and some more obvious songs structred like real songs. But they were in charge of this album, and what we got instead was 3 (Third).
Ominous and uncompromised. A bit alienated even from itself, but still functional in a wobbly two-legged stool kinda way.

3 (Third) is a (minor) disappointment to me, the kind of disappointment you get when a truly great band merely makes a very good or difficult record instead of an outstanding one that grabs you right away (especially given how long we've waited for this one). I've listened to it 4 times now; it still sounds like Portishead, but all the songs are somewhat same-y to me. It seems to be missing something (excitement, movement, action, thrills).
It's all a bit too low-key and somber (even for Portishead). It's like they looked back at the first two albums and mercilessly decided to strip out all the "pop" elements that lightened up or enlivened the basic sound. On the one hand, it's admirable for a band like this to go and do the opposite of what many other lesser bands would be tempted to do at this point in their careers-- try and create a pure pop album that could be cut up and pasted into cell-phone ads and such. They went the other way, and decided to make the "diffiicult" third album. Good for them. For us...

This is an oppressive, smothering album. It's almost relentlessly single-minded. Like other Portishead albums, it successfully envelops you in its own world of sound that is totally unique and unmistakeably Portishead. However, unlike the previous 2 albums, this one sounds kind of tired and defeated; like an astronaut floating away helplessly into deep dark space.
It's a lot to absorb, and its the kind of hard slab of an album that you will keep coming back to, trying to find a way in. It's like a mountain with a sheer cliff face and very few hand-holds for you to grasp on to and climb up. It's tough going but rewarding.
This record was always going to be a troubled one, given the nature of band relations, the length of time between releases, and the degree to which the musical landscape has shifted since they were last active. It's easy to play Monday morning quarterback; and if I was producer of this record, I would have wanted a few more pure, clear moments, and some more obvious songs structred like real songs. But they were in charge of this album, and what we got instead was 3 (Third).
Ominous and uncompromised. A bit alienated even from itself, but still functional in a wobbly two-legged stool kinda way.