It took until 10:30 p.m. on Sunday evening for the Convention Hall to finally be filled to the brim, and for an occasion as monumental as Portishead’s first appearance on the Eastern Coast of the United States in 13 years, it was no surprise.
The congregation was a massive amalgamation of men and women from all over the world, some flying in that afternoon from the furthest of regions…in short, five of the seven continents were accounted for, and I could neither confirm nor deny a presence from Antarctica or Africa.
This was the mecca, the show, the main attraction, and the Bristol, England Trip-Hop collective treated it as such, seducing the 3600 seated spectators, and another thousand-plus on floor, into jaw dropped silence.
There were no grand-scale sing alongs, well, maybe on “Glorybox,” but for the most part Beth Gibbons’ voice flowed forth, unhindered, and as lush and mind altering as the wine it’s aged like.
Portishead transformed a celebrated sold out headlining set into an intimate gathering of friends…and to bask in all the evenings glory, Gibbons dove over the rail after the outfit’s final encore, “We Carry On,” and rode the sea of humanity, making out with an occasional sailor at various oceanic crests.
- The Rip
- Sour Times
- Magic Doors
- Wandering Star
- Machine Gun
- Glory Box
- We Carry On