It's not that Portishead weren't a good band in their day. Just like N.W.A. and Compton, Portishead came straight out of Bristol and changed the way we looked at music. Together with Massive Attack, they made electronics a house hold product, and brought quality music to the masses.

I can't deny the beauty in Beth Gibbon's voice and I'm not ashamed to say that I own all of their albums. But people need to know when to give up, and as soon as I heard of the soon to be Portishead comeback, I knew it ain't right.

After being played in every coffee shop around the globe for more then a decade, and years after a so-un-special solo album by Gibbons, the group has decided to record a new album and we should get it somewhere around April.

It's hard to believe it will be slightly interesting, let alone innovative. It can only do bad things: either no one will notice, or it will be pathetic. I hope for them I'm wrong, because there's still a fuzzy spot in my heart for these guys. The first song out of the new album was preformed live at The Nightmare Before Christmas ATP, and I'm sad to say that it seems like I'm right, again. BORING!