Been listening to Portishead - Three. It’s excellent. It’s so raw — slightly out of time, distorted, cut off. It’s as if we’re seeing shyness, awkwardness, an intense fear of rejection, all the paranoia in three individuals made manifest. A fleeting glimpse into the minds of people sitting on the edge of madness and brilliance. Thrown out into the open in all its imperfect glory, landing in the shapes of song that touches something nothing else seems to. Portishead are back and Portishead want you to feel their pain. They’ve not released anything in 10 years, but they haven’t dated because they simply are — they created a genre, it was merely that no-one else happened to inhabit it. They’ve simply changed the way they sound but not out of a feeling that they need to, just the natural evolution of what they were doing. You’ll hear ancient synthesizers, drum pads, raw guitar, all combined in a unique way that could only be Portishead. From the bleakly loose drum pads, roaring synth and painful lyrics of Machine Gun through to the gorgeously simple Ukelele plucked Deep Water it’s an album that’ll grow and grow until it screams in your mind every waking hour. I am in love again. In other news, bought a pot plant. x [s[Saw the saviour, And the saviour come my way I thought I’d see it In the cold light of day But now i realize, that I’m only for me If only i could see, return myself to me, And recognize the poison in my heart There is no other place, no one else i face The remedy will break with how i feel Here am I reflecting What more can I say For I am guilty For the voice that I have made Too scared to sacrifice a choice Chosen for me If only I could see Return myself to me And recognize the poison in my heart There is no other place No one else I face The remedy will agree with how i feel]s] [r[-- Portishead]r]