Pounding gunshot beats, tortured vocals, industrial squeaks and foreboding synth work, it's Machine Gun, coming at you straight from Portishead's latest release, Third. I can't wait to hear the whole thing, but it sounds a little more experimental than previous releases. While Portishead worked their sound into everywhere from clubs to supermarkets and the realm of musak, their 1998 album Roseland NYC Live recorded in concert with the New York Philharmonic pointed towards a more experimental future.
And here it is, not making for comfortable listening, but not to be found playing near a urinal, anywhere.
2 comments:
Sounds shite. I'd rather listen to a bit of Laura Marling.
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