For some time now, this blog took a strange twist sonic. There was this post on David Bowie , then this one on Patti Smith . Fewer tickets techie / media, tired of drooling on our journalistic rout ... Want to talk music, photo , literature, culture, life ... always in the light of the great digital revolution. Want to trade and intellectual pleasure, too, find out and discover other wild birds. And then I received this as a UFO editorial meteorite Full blogger. Divine Corinne @ Co_SwEuphoria on Twitter, takes us on his trip with a gonzo-Portishead inimitable style and impeccable musical culture. The large class:
P ecause concert dates are finally fell, 23-24 July 2011 , because he is cold and that will be next summer (trip) hot because Portishead return on stage in London to supervise (masterfully saw the line-up to mew happiness that emerges ) the famous "All Tomorrows Parties" (Uncle Lou, cuckoo). Because what the trio from Bristol We were promised a new album because the side project of Geoff Barrow (Beak) I'm a little crazy I admit, because in reality the voice, that one voice, that of Beth Gibbons I miss him terribly .. Because I wanted to hear, to hear all three. The last time it was "Third" just ... April 28, 2008 and a I paid the luxury of a trip (hop) nostalgic Boarding ... .. for the roller coaster, sorry "Third" ...
C 'is an incredible tale. That which can not ever really recovers. The thunderbolt. A powerful drink that, without warning, grasp your throat and you turn your head and slap a smile on your face ... infinity An eye-heart forever. It's like a Himalayan expedition without oxygen .. And the top of the mountain (so to cause), I saw the light , "Third", a stunning disc, which I was not expecting much, j'adôôre "Dummy" but I never been melted hardcore gang ... And then that famous night of April there was "Third", wriggling my fingers on the book, my eyes rolled back in pleasure, my ears ... An ecstatic journey troubled waters ...
foretaste video "The Rip" live on Jools Holland
A light years in any hype yet heavy legs and other round, the album is anything but a repetition of the famous moldy bran Bristol. Portishead shift abruptly .. One even wonders whether the same gang. To hell with the trip hop, less samples, less bass, less groove, no single frankly obvious, but how upsetting trip! is an organic trip, a little musical bubble damn oppressive, cold, dark , disturbing or glaucous, barred clash where various claustrophobic atmosphere, haunting and hypnotic a maddening darkness, (the kind "Pornography" The Cure to give you an idea or "Sparklehorse" epoch "Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot", prozac, rope, gun and other accessories included despair ..) and the throbbing is strained, the instrumentations are violent and butchered by a sharp ... rhythmic trance minimal, almost tribal. Crepuscular beauty, melancholy and malaise at all levels, this disc is MAGNIFICENT!
On texts carved often touched by grace, welcome home the electro-industrial trips that would not have denied Trent Reznor, hello cowbells borrowed from hip- hop .... Cuckoo passages flatly folk acoustic guitars with beautiful Geoff Barrow has surpassed here ... Hey cellos stunning beauty, hey oh you wonderful battery approach intensely electro whose pulse dizzy or arrangements Underwear and inventiveness disgusting (these synths Adrian Utley aah!). Sumptuous melodic backdrop to sublimate a unique voice, fragile and more crystalline than ever to the frail Beth Gibbons absolutely stunning on this disc and finally cleared of opiate addiction. It's almost more pure than in the past but this minimalism is a staggering emotional power .. The production is terrific class (you can tell they had sniffouiller every sound!)
The Portishead were back after 10-year absence and this landmark album.
Follow me into the tracklist:
Silence Lyrics: P lined in Pandora's box ... In Silence first to open the sonic antics .. speech in Portuguese, I do not know until a synthetic rhythmic electro-elastic, the cowbells, violins that are haunting instrumental tracks like a soundtrack to a creepy space trip that make me think of krautrock in the Can ... The voice is fragile Beth finally over 2 minutes in desperate mode followed by a coward who scratched a few notes stuttering in an atmosphere spectral Did you know I lost? Do You Know What I wanted? asked the girl. The sonic ride always leaves a very 80's synthetic beat with a big synth strings and choke at the bottom and left to speak magma instrumental mime horses galloping to certain death .. The tone is set, sadness, anxiety, melancholy and dark tenacious ...
Hunter: Hunter emotions, tears trap. Chimes illico we snatch a few notes on the guitar sound distilled, a battery and a muffled rhythmic slow charged with emotions and effects ... .. The voice of Beth, flew almost choked as shocking ... veiled appear sound, an engine that crachotte a semblance of clarity piano, gongs which arise Beth skids and bell like an old vinyl , rhythm also derailed as if the diamond had passed away, and then touched the guitar is to clear out a few chords of a disarming sadness, Beth resumes his lament ... And the climax comes at 3'20 with a battery that gets carried away and then betrays the light that is some acoustic beauty that borders on absolute and sensuality that leaves me on the floor .. The guitar is almost mandolin, drums wilts and gets jazzy eclipsing all resistance and is already the end of this fabulous song ... ..
Nylon Smile words are almost superfluous. The music is addictive, sublime. The lyrics are wonderful. My ear is sumptuous and lovingly Rhythmic vaporous, drums and percussion tribal, with a beautiful guitar sounds with discrete tangled on a slightly oriental carpets and electro ... Beth's voice is heartbreaking beauty and diction of the miss is gorgeous ... I do not know my name or where I'm at the end of the song but I know what state I am: close to Ohio .. on the verge of chaos .. An instant classic.
The Rip: And then comes the Little Nugget folk electro extraordinary. Foghorns, a skyscraper that sublime knits and the dream garden cultivates melancholy, Beth needed diaphanous, in this ocean of divine grace ... ghostly atmosphere and disillusioned in the middle of which arose a flute and synths Then ... comes the sudden break that sees the acceleration of the tempo grandiose, magnificent, wowhou leading the song drifts into electro and Beth has perhaps never sounded so like Miss Polly Jean's native Dorset ahh that little bouncing and shimmering keyboard on the end 80's atmosphere is irresistible heady pop it almost became a chrysalis butterfly sonic .. Absolute chills
Deep Water: Diving in murky waters ... Curious title that starts with a very surprising one ... ukulele (!) way trip to the fireplace and Beth who sings on this small recreation studded chorus voluntarily surenregistrés to contrast .. Little rhyme or anecdote is almost as nice bright! But nice snook!
Plastic: New World makes me terribly to think Radiohead (the atmosphere and the guitars critallines) . I wonder why I do not know what you see - the world is collapsing and threatening organs the earth open beneath our feet on this piece disarmed ... The rhythm is taking short cuts, becomes more audible, more brutal than the previous titles, adding to the discomfort ... At the same time, Miss Gibbons Stamp is more powerful .. This is a piece of latent breaks, the battery works wonders, guitar spins and dances on some notes escorted sounds strange and disturbing. Stamp Beth choked with spleen and we tear out the guts Do not you know life turns me on ... Life ... Always wants me And who catch a cold synths and reverb spit Hello? Nobody answers ...
The journey takes a strange turn and brutal on the following two titles.
We Carry On : piece completely blocked and schizo-built for dance floors. so it starts with a groovy rhythm at the Bjork (Declare Your Independence or almost crap on Post) Avalanche noise and industrial, techno beats, keyboards and guitars mutants disarticulated .. . Taste of life I can not describe . Yep it is difficult to put words to this chant falsely simplistic beauty and scream! It , sound just like a version azimutée a pleasure hitherto unknown Joy Division ..
Machine Gun: Artillery is heavier still with the first single devastating ... strange and incredible journey that invites in the same spirit Aphex Twin, Bjork , so anything that Nin ! samples deaf, muffled metallic and industrial rhythm, on which arises body which Beth is an angel of despair Black Angel, a reflection of eternal anguish, .. then the rhythm becomes more syncopated robotic and will almost sinking into delusions noisy techno hypnotic shootés amphetamines that may have arisen in the schizophrenic brain and azimuth of Aphex Twin. It looks like a funeral march dimly lighted by loops, loops sythnés magnificent about to peg out, too, Piece fascinating, dancing, who cares disturbing uncomfortable as it excites me!
After this flood of fury and violence, the break is small and huge draws at a time ...
Small: The intro is gorgeous Beth uncheck a sentence do not you will not recover. If I remember the Night That We put / Tasted a wine That I'll never forget
Magic Doors: Doors are pushed to the sonic bliss still on! Intro fabulous, the creeping melody of devastating breaks, drum machine, the cowbells, drums against the foot, a falsely nonchalant rhythmic funky beat slowed to an extreme, yet irresistible chorus with piano magnified by a tragic and amazing. Then it turns electro trip escorted from suffocating trumpets and exquisite: carnage
Threads: Ultimate panic of the compass to see the exciting and excited verge on the final stop. Filled with sweet melancholy and languid despair. I love this guitar almost western. The chant is swaying, the strings are heartbreaking, the battery is suppressed everywhere. I love love this guitar almost English, these trumpets that make us vicious sore dog in the body and heart and my voice god, that voice screaming in the middle of a jazzy beat that rust out and the fog horns, these synths that engulf us to the point of no return with this guitar that haunts us! There was a desire to dive again!
L has mass is known and is black, implacable, uncomfortable but exciting. We intend by the beating of a heart that twirls to exalted Listening to this gem. This is mine, is that many other cast too, I hope it will soon be yours! We do not listen to this disc. There snorkel and you come out moist with happiness, captivated to the core
Co_SwEuphoria a bonus ticket to this wonderful guest, the host offers his favorite piece of Third: Hunter, here in Paris in a private concert:
0 comments:
Post a Comment