Thursday, March 20, 2008

The Rip | Portishead | Third

This is the only song I can listen to at the moment. I should stop, I’m going to wear it out. But I just can’t. It’s a beautiful and creaky guitar figure, a four-note arpeggio shape entwined around a lovely long chord structure; a similar hushed but hopeful vibe to the Out Of Season album. And then it’s insistent and electronic, synths erasing the guitar: but still those same ever-cycling notes; and over it all, and within it, like a ghost, Beth, keening, mournful. It's a wonderful song on an album full of wonders.

Worth the wait and then some.

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