My memories of Portishead were pretty much as the Barry White of indie rock. When someone wanted to "borrow your Portishead" CD in the past you knew what was going down. I don't think many people will be getting it on to this one. Last night I could not stop listening to it over and over again. It is weird and uncomfortable, maybe a little itchy, but then you just don't want it to leave. Seriously, I recommend this to anyone. Soccer Moms! Too cool people! My bus driver! That tiny Boston Terrier Puppy that chewed on Melissa's chin last week! You will all LOVE THIS.
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