Source: ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY;
OCTOBER 17, 1997
CLASS TRIP-HOP: PORTISHEAD FOLLOWS 'DUMMY' WITH A SMART
NEW DISC
She's got a lovely singing voice, but off stage Portishead singer
Beth Gibbons doesn't talk. At least not to the press. Sometime
after the British trip-hop band's 1994 debut, Dummy, infiltrated
the American charts with its mopey hit "Sour Times,"
the shy
chanteuse stopped doing interviews. As a result, the rest of the
band--musical mastermind Geoff Barrow, plus guitarist Adrian
Utley and drummer Dave McDonald--have had to do the talking about
their long-awaited second album, Portishead, which
merges scratchy, string-heavy atmosphere with huge beats, giving
it a distinctive sound that's at once futuristic and antique.
Making the album was a difficult process, but unlike their
reticent singer, the band seem to enjoy discussing Portishead's
agonizing creation.
"We came up against a lot of obstacles we put there
ourselves," says Utley, relaxing in a New York hotel room.
"We didn't
want to make Dummy again, but we were unsure of our language, our
vocabulary. We went through a big dip of noncreative
agony. A block. It was a very dark time for us." To overcome
that hurdle, the band undertook a painstaking--some would say
compulsive--process: Instead of sampling existing records, they
recorded themselves playing snippets of songs, then sent the
tapes out to be pressed onto vinyl, which they sampled and, if
they liked the results, used to construct the songs. Why go to
such extremes? "Making a record from other people's material
was so easy and obvious," boasts Barrow.
The results are impressive. So what gives with Gibbons' silent
treatment? "She just doesn't like interviews," says
Barrow. "She
wants to be represented through our music. People see Beth as
this mystery woman, but she's not." What about lyrics like
"Nobody loves me," or that pouty onstage demeanor?
"If she were sitting here she'd be exactly the same as we
are," insists the
good-natured Utley. She wouldn't be in a corner staring at the
wall? "Absolutely not. She'd drink you under the
table."
By ROB BRUNNER