Bloody hell, The Wire didn’t make much of this, did they?  What did Portishead do to them, come round their office and stick a Mika CD in a Mika Vainio CD case?  “Two good tracks, but the rest sounds like animal faeces being sucked into a giant hoover while the circusmaster just stands around collecting cash”, they said, although I paraphrase a bit.  By any other yardstick, including that deployed by what seems like pretty much the entire population of the internet - who, given the leakier-than-a-Tory-cabinet nature of that vast land, probably all have this on mp3 already - this is a stunning album.  It is far better than we have any right to expect from a band who –again, like a Tory cabinet – haven’t existed for the last decade.  

Who cares if “The Rip” slides into what can only be described as a Kraftwerk pastiche?  I’ve seen Kraftwerk in concert performing what can only be described as a Kraftwerk pastiche, and it was one of the funnest things I’ve experienced.  So what if the dustily-strung “Threads” sounds like Portishead?  This is a Portishead album, after all.  Check the cover, note the big “P”.  Why should I care if lead single “Machine Gun” sounds like Autechre covering the “chop chop busy busy work work bang bang” song that was used on Penguin adverts when I was a kid?  I liked those biscuits.  Well actually I liked the chocfauxlate cream in the middle, the biscuit itself was merely its deployment vehicle.  And if “Silence” sounds like OOIOO riding kraut-buffalo over the edge of a cliff?  Well, good riddance, I hate dumb buffalo, with their strangely sweet-tasting meat and their herdy thunderousness.  

I do, however, concur wholeheartedly and with Holliday-esque holler with the sweet-tasting herdy thunderousness of approval that has exuded in the direction of Portishead’s “Third”.  When it is released later this month, and when they play this live (they are good live, remember?), follow the crowd.