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Portishead - Third
| Uncut | | When Geoff Barrow sparked a minor spat with Mark Ronson last summer, marvelling at the man's ability to “turn decent songs into shit funky supermarket muzak”, it wasn't hard to detect a certain reflexive disgust - a feeling only compounded when you delved further into the Portishead Myspace, and found the observation that “music like Dummy is being used to sell relaxation courses, and that makes me sick to the guts”....full text |
| | Pastemagazine | | In the music industry’s accelerated calculus, 10 years can contain a lifetime’s worth of activity. Since Bristol, U.K., trip-hop trio Portishead released its eponymously titled studio album in 1997, we’ve observed the following earthly phenomena: a third of the music industry’s value erased since 2000, major labels on the endangered species list, the popularity explosion of digital file formats (thus dooming what were once quaintly known in the 20th century as “record stores”), the rise and fall of Britney Spears. It’s enough to give you vertigo....full text |
| | Guardian | | Portishead's third album is initially more a record to admire than to love, its muscular synthesisers, drum breaks and abrupt endings keeping the tension high. But after several listens, Third's majesty unfurls. Propulsive Krautrock rhythms and German radio samples conjure up Eastern bloc minimalism in Silence, Small and the jaw-dropping We Carry On, while soft, organic textures add depth to the icy shallows elsewhere. When Deep Water appears, it is shocking: a minute and 33 seconds of sweet ukulele doo-wop that bring to mind a 78 discovered in a nuclear fallout. Elsewhere, the ominously titled Threads and Plastic show how strong Portishead have become....full text |
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