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Some day, you will know deep down that there's no hope. Some day you will miss the train, you will spill coffee down your
shirt, you will get an email from someone you love too much saying goodbye forever. Some day you will wish you could take
whatever twisted remnants remain of the dreams you once had and drown them in a icy stream so they may torture you no
longer.

And that day, something will save you. And forever after, you will look back at that mysterious something which turned it all
around, that kept you away from all sharp objects and gave you the presence of mind to take a single step out of the shadows.

It's been three years since Portishead granted us separate reality from the one that threatened to destroy even our hearts. But
perfection is not easy to come by, and when you're setting the standard by which all other avant-pop measures itself, it's an
even more daunting endeavor. Add ubiquitous "Album of the Year" accolades for your first attempt, and realize that the
pressure to succeed could wreak utter havoc on the creative process. And might even be your band's undoing.

Such is the Portishead tale. The fires burned, the anvil was hammered, and the Bristol, U.K., band has emerged with molten
gold. The spirits of Dummy haunt the band's eponymously titled second release, but the experience and the years have left their
indelible mark. Nevermind the overused and abused trip-hop moniker, you have never heard anything like this. Not in dreams,
not in nightmares, not on any chemical-induced high. Not even in the throes of passion has any note quite dug deep into your
soft self and touched your soul.

Beth Gibbons is a mythical Siren, astounding and confounding your senses, her otherworldly crooning giving Portishead its
very seductive essence. Mix her mesmerizing voice with the strength and brass of big band beats, and you get the hit single "All
Mine." And, you get something you will never be able to describe in mere words to anyone. They must experience it for
themselves.

Offer up Geoff Barrow's new vocal peaks and troughs. Share the telltale shivers that "Elysium" will induce. Know that the path
through "Morning Air" will be both difficult and unexpected. Stop, lie down, breathe, and let your blood be controlled by "Half
Day Closing."

Here, in the tangled beats and hypermelodies, is infinite sadness. And infinite joy. And without this record, you might miss the
chance to glimpse another universe. Or to hear a shooting star.

Rebecca Paoletti