Source: Newsday,
April 28,1995, pp B23.
Portishead, as Live As They'll Ever Get
It's easy to find dance music that appeals to happy feet, but
gloomy gams have had a harder time of it - until Portishead, that
is.
The British ambient-dance-cum-lounge-pop band, which headlines
the Supper Club Sunday night, has pioneered an
electro-torch sound that skirts genres as varied as
"spaghetti Western" film scores, '80s new wave and
modern hip-hop. On the
band's achingly beautiful debut, "Dummy" (London),
musical architect Geoff Barrow and singer-lyricist Beth Gibbons
beckon
listeners into a landscape that's at once surreal and poignant.
"The last thing we wanted to do was just throw together a
selection of beats," says Barrow, a drummer who became a
producer and has worked with artists as different as Depeche Mode
and the hip-hop horrorists Gravediggaz. "What's
important about music as an art form is the emotion that can be
drawn from it," he ventures. "I think a lot of people
working in
dance music have sacrificed emotion in favor of technology."
Thanks in large part to Gibbons' downbeat but crystalline vocals,
melancholy and regret are the emotions most in evidence on
songs like the left-field hit "Sour Times (Nobody Loves
Me)" and the "Cabaret"-styled "Wandering
Star." Beneath her
quavering soprano, Barrow scatters samples like old War albums
and the "Mission: Impossible" theme. While not
necessarily
textbook psychedelia, the whole is sufficiently mood-altering to
have earned the label "trip-hop."
Barrow admits the members of Portishead - both confirmed studio
rats - don't particularly relish the notion of live performance:
"It's not the most creative thing one can do," he says.
"In fact, it can be quite deadening, since we're such
control freaks that we
have to get everything right every time."
Rather than rely on the computers many dance acts employ to
insure precise concert consistency, Portishead (the name comes
from the blue-collar English coastal town where Barrow spent his
youth) tours with a full band. "When I think of the words
`live
performance,' I take them literally," he says. "We've
put together a proper band, no samplers or sequencers . . . I do
a bit of
scratching on top, but that's as techno as it gets."
In lieu of a traditional opening act, Portishead will set the
mood for its performance in appropriately control-freak fashion:
A
touring disc jockey will spin records, after which the band will
screen its self-produced film, "To Kill a Dead Man."
Barrow
says, "If you're going to offer an evening out, it should be
what I call a round one, one that comes together completely. I
feel
confident we can do that anytime we have control of the
situation."
David Sprague