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Against the Grain: An Interview With Portishead

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PopMatters, June 2008

By culture and temperature alone, L.A. is a different world to the weaving urban sprawl of Bristol, the city in the West of England that pokes through Portishead’s sullen sound as much as the stark beats and introspective voice of singer Beth Gibbons. If L.A. is palm trees, Harleys and silicone, then Bristol is closer to the kind of unsettled dimly-lit streets and dark alleys that the Specials drive down in their video for “Ghost Town”.

Geoff Barrow clearly notices the difference. Named after the Bristol satellite town he grew up in, Portishead emerged in the mid-nineties with Dummy, a startling debut that bucked the prevailing trend of outward-looking Britpop with an inward-looking melancholy of scorched-Earth pop. Blending slow-motion hip-hop grooves, old-school scratches, mournful soundtrack samples and Beth Gibbon’s tormented lyrics, Dummy went on to sell four million records worldwide, inadvertently creating the trip-hop sub-genre and providing the soundtrack for countless dinner parties along the way. Their self-titled follow-up went further against the grain, upping the mournful overtones as well as the underlying sense of paranoia, but it still sold healthily.

The subsequent ten years then have been for Portishead their own kind of wilderness, the kind their music often evokes. Burn-out, divorce, and dismay at how their music had been received at times, all played a part, while Barrow even speaks of turning his back on creating music at one point. And then midway through 2007, while many were still doubting another Portishead record, All Tomorrows Parties – the innovative UK festival promoter – announced that Portishead would curate their A Nightmare Before Christmas event. One look at the line-up, a bill that included drone metal, experimental electronica and Balkan folk, suggested that once they did return, maybe it would be worth the wait after all. We could all relax.

Now that Third is released, Geoff Barrow can finally relax himself. He clearly knows the difference between ten years staring at a stubborn tape machine and the glimmer of the Californian sun. “I’m sat by the pool,” he laughs, still coming to terms with his surroundings. “I really don’t know how I got to this point. I’m sat next to some terrible speaker playing trip-hop music in this hotel!”
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Elen Allien – ‘Sool’ (Bpitch Control)

Ellen Allien - Sool

Ellen Allien - 'Sool'

It starts with an announcement; the same analogue female voice that seems to speak a hundred different languages from Boston to Belgrade. Over an invisible tannoy, and with the same polite tone—intended to put us at ease, but always sounding so alien and removed it creates an eerie distance—she informs us of our next stop: “U-Bahnhof Alexanderplatz.”

The chatter of commuters filters in. Buzzing conversation, hundreds of feet stepping out of line, the clash of crockery in a cafe. A solitary note picks its way through, growing in confidence against the background’s organic clutter. The faint sound of the subway train glides off against the slightest of synths, melting together with the rumble of the tracks and delicately descending in a way that recalls the introductory seconds to Vangelis’ “End Credits” for Bladerunner.

If it’s apparent from “Einsteigen”, Sool’s opening track, that this is a destination record, it’s unclear whether the journey belongs to us or Ellen Allien. Darling of Berlin’s distinctive minimal scene, and founder of the city’s seminal and influential Bpitch Records, Allien has always straddled the various sides of techno. From fluid minimalism with “Berlinette” to warm slices of lush electro with Apparat on “Orchestra of Bubbles”, the structures might have varied in design, but the foundations have always been grounded in sturdy, danceable, repetitive beats. Sool, however, finds Allien freeing the structure from its shackles and allowing it to breathe, like some grand design drifting into space in 2001-style grandeur.

If minimalism is taking back the beat from techno, and drawing it out into one long intoxicating rhythm, Sool‘s purpose is to free the composition from the beat altogether. Rather than rest the tracks on a generic beat and build over it, Allien finds joy in exploring the space around it, teasing out a ticking melody in the surroundings. It’s all very electronica, with different sounds and movements toyed with throughout, but cleverly ever-so restrained that it juicingly retains it’s danceability. “Caress” starts with the sound of a beat seemingly pondering the opening bars to Leftfield’s “Inspection (Check One)”, slowly, and over and over again. While the trusted beat dithers in time, it’s left to a bouncing ping-pong ball to usher the song in, a ghostly voice whispering the title so it sounds like “K-R-S”, as the track drifts along on its bare bones.

By isolating the traditional techno beat, Allien is forcing the listener to find other foot-tapping escapes. “Elphine” springs along on the tick-tock of a wristwatch, before spiralling down into whistling echoes from a long-ago acid house rave. “Bim” takes on pneumatic pulses and luscious repeats of “Bim, bam, boom.” “Zauber” rests on a looped brush-like hook, the haunting oboe melody conjuring up visions of late evenings in medieval castles as if Clannad have been caught and stripped bare. And yet while Allien experiments with her surroundings, she’s not averse to letting the beat out of its cage. Delivering seven minutes of pure, pulsating, minimalism, “Its” explores the same relentless, driving beat that both Bjork (“Declare Independence”) and Portishead (“We Carry On”) have toyed with in the past 12 months, while the last bursts of what sounds like a decaying pinball machine pour over the top.

Elsewhere, the beats are so limited that at times they sound like faint, tiny heartbeats. “Out” practically disperses with them altogether favouring building a grinding motion by dislocating and repeating the title. While on “Ondu”, a piccolo creates a distinct image against the contained sound of a dying engine, the ghostly turbulence creating its own hushed beat, like the lonely hum of a discarded spaceship.

By stripping these structures down to their bare bones, Allien has moved beyond minimalism into what can only be described as skeletalism. Yet the sounds she has imagined, however cracked and dislocated they may seem at times, remain warm and consistently infectious. Absorbing oneself in the future-noir landscape within can take some time, but as the layers are stripped away with repeated listens, Sool becomes more and more striking.

Ellen Allien talks about Sool

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