Portishead’s Third…
May 16th, 2008

…might just be the album of the year. So far.
I don’t consider myself a huge Portishead fan. I own Dummy and its follow-up and I enjoy them quite a lot but I’ve never been passionate about the band. I was not holding my breath for Third (in fact, I don’t think I ever really thought they’d ever release a third album) and I’m not one of the many who had been clamouring for Portishead news items over the past DECADE since their last recorded output.
Yet here I am, listening obsessively to the new Portishead album nearly every day (and it’s not exactly a cheery “everyday” type of record). The record is dark, even bleak at times. In fact, it sometimes makes me feel uneasy. The first single, Machine Gun, is jarring enough when considered on its own, but when it follows the beautiful, serene, ukulele-led Deep Water it becomes absolutely terrifying.
I love it.
Deep Water is itself a highlight. The very short song features backing vocals which sound as though they were recorded in 1928…it’s incredibly haunting. Stuck in the middle of the album, it also serves as a brief moment of respite from the pervading shadows that lurk all over the record. From the opening drum loop of Silence through the gorgeous Threads, Third does not stumble. In fact, against all odds, Third is Portishead’s best record.
If your favourite Massive Attack record is Mezzanine and your favourite Radiohead album is Kid A, then you are going to love Third. It’s dark, it’s fucked up, and it sounds best late at night on headphones when your mind is starting to wander off into the abyss.
The Rip
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