A tribute to one of the best female vocalist I have ever come across.
Her vocal are absolutly out of the word. Check it out on the Portishead albums ::
:: Dummy '94 ::
:: Portishead '97 ::
and her recent collaboration with Rustin Man ::
:: Out of Season '02 ::
Beth Gibbons.
A pale, thin, quiet, and generally the most skin her clothes reveal is from the neck up.
The mastermind and voice behind the brilliant lyrics of Portishead.
With the exception of her rather beautiful face, Beth lacks almost all qualities that a
record label could want in a sexy lead singer. The range of her voice is exceptional;
she can sound like a witch from a fairytale one moment and an opera singer the next.
And it is her melodies and magic voice that deliver the intangible haunting quality that
runs through all of Portishead's music. As a lyricist, Beth will never get her proper
respect; as a poet, however, the lines she has written on the band's two LPs are
brilliant accounts of loneliness and depression.
Beth Gibbons really doesn't have any other kind of beauty. She is absolutely free of
pretension in all aspects of her appearance. She rarely dons makeup, never lets
herself be seen in clothing that is less than conservative, and has a hairstyle that looks like
it could have been done at any salon in about fifteen minutes. A look at her face reveals
soft features that blend perfectly with her pale skin, making her appear almost doll-like.
Her 'Out of Season' collaboration with Rustin Man, largely acoustic and tinged with romanticism,
'Out Of Season' is another reminder that Beth Gibbons possesses one of the greatest and most
evocative voices of our generation. Beth adopt a variety of different personae, narrating each song
from a different perspective, sometimes even a male one, dwelling on themes of mortality and
isolation, frequently using metaphors drawn from nature. Each time, she employs a different "voice"
(in both sense of the word), from a whisper to a scream.
'Out Of Season' is an extraordinary album: a heartrending and heady mix of folk, soul and midnight
hour jazz in which Gibbons drifts in and out of focus, inhabiting different characters, skilfully negotiating
emotional turmoil and moments of bliss. It's the kind of enormously special record, made increasingly
rarely, that's destined to be treasured for years. Bewitching.
So here's your holiday, hope you enjoy this time, you take it all away..
It was mine, so when your are dead and gone..
Hope you remember this night twenty years now lost,
its not right
