adrian utley and mt vernon arts lab this would be very nice if it weren't for the drums. why painstakingly create all that rudderless out of body space and then stick behind it a loop or worse some poor drummer made to play the same thing for minutes at a time. that would be fine but the dryness of the drums drains the otherworldliness from the rest of the choon, which is enervating. well i guess it's part of the bleak aesthetic of the portishead people.  ¶ 3:19 pm

  Charles Atlas and Fennesz march 2007
Just south of sadism, a seductive play of images.Charles Atlas and Fennesz. The screen was huge and nostalgic. The crowd was cinema conditioned, and well behaved. A face arcs back and forth, a horizontal face, a well groomed Greek hero face. Uneasily asleep or perhaps mid-orgasm, the small gesture is blown up huge and each repetition…once more with feeling. Everything must pass. Everything must segue. From a man in the grip via transports of ecstasy – dive bomber, car crash, over and over and over and out to a field, a multiplicity of woman-masks. Eyes akimbo, teeth agrin, jittering in glittery nipple tassles and waist constricting bunny gear, washing in and out with a chained hand tortured by a match, the wacky melancholy of a cartoon chick falling from the nest.  ¶ 3:19 pm