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PORTISHEAD ARTICLES
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PORTISHEAD
With eerie, spare backing tracks and
emotionally wrenching vocals, Portishead play music for when the ecstasy
wears off and the tingle becomes a chill. It's dance noir for those too
world-weary to move their feet. The British group's haunting debut
album, Dummy has already caused a sensation at home, where it has tapped
into England's bleak mood. And with America entering the Gingrich era,
when Hope is nothing but a town in Arkansas, Portishead's languorous
chronicles of estrangement - such as "Sour Times (Nobody Loves
Me)," which is now an MTV Buzz Clip - are striking a chord here as
well
Portishead were born three and a half years
ago in a suitably depressing place: the Bristol, England, unemployment
office. Geoff Barrow, 23, who produces the backing tracks, and vocalist
Beth Gibbons, 30, who writes the melodies and lyrics, both wanted to
pursue music careers, but they didn't seem to have much else in common.
"We agreed to differ," says
Gibbons diplomatically of their musical tastes. Barrow liked Gravediggaz
and the soundtracks of John Barry (Goldfinger), Ennio Morricone (The
Good, the Bad and the Ugly) and Russ Meyer films. Gibbons looked askance
at sequencers and once sang Janis Joplin and Fleetwood Mac songs in a
cover band. Yet it turned out Gibbons and Barrow did share one
similarity: "I like emotionally disturbing songs," says
Barrow, who describes one song Gibbons played for him as "kind of
nasty and weird."
Portishead are jokingly named after the
dreary home-town from which Barrow escaped. "It's a place where the
local newspaper headline is Vera's birthday or the flower show," he
says. "It looks really pretty and twee, but it's actually quite
horrible." At 17, Barrow started commuting to nearby Bristol, where
he became a studio Wunder-kind working on Neneh Cherry's Homebrew.
Gibbons grew up in Devon, England, where,
she says, 'you just get married and have kids." When she
simultaneously broke up with her boyfriend and left her job at a
dock-making company, Gibbons mustered up the courage to leave town and
try singing professionally. In London she hooked up with Paul Webb of
Talk Talk, but that and subsequent collaborations didn't pan out. While
her lyrics and plaintive cigarettes-and-black-coffee vocals reflect the
series of failed relationships and dead-end career moves that led her to
Bristol, her pessimism is so unrelenting that some have speculated she
must have suffered some horrendous trauma.
"I wasn't sexually abused,"
Gibbons says, dispensing with the usual explanation. "I have
divorced parents, which didn't help, but I don't like it when I blame
things on my parents." Barrow has never asked Gibbons why her
lyrics are so melancholy and thinks it's a subject "best left
alone."
Now, Barrow and Gibbons are concentrating on
making their second album and building their own studio. The success of
Dummy and a new relationship have Gibbons sounding almost optimistic
"I'm happy now," she says. "Relatively happy. Sort
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