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Barbituate serenade
I remember in the late '90s when Portishead frequently found its way into swanky restaurant/ cocktail party playlists. It never seemed right. The music wanted to be enjoyed in as much solitude as possible. You didn't have to be depressed, but it helped to at least be silent. I like that their comeback album seems designed to spook away any such soundtracking accidents.
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