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...Vocalist Beth Gibbons' voice is distorted on many of the tracks, stretched thin and left floating high and parched over shards of melody and jagged bits of rhythm. One song, All Mine, has a sound that might be described as big-band noir, with blaring horns and desperate, almost manic vocals. Another, Half Day Closing, ends with Gibbons' eerie wail twisting wraithlike into the ether. And Humming opens with a portentous Moog-synthesizer solo that seems borrowed, in mood, from a '50s sci-fi film. The songs on Portishead have one unifying feature: they all seem constructed on a wasteland...
...behind Busta in all his revved up Tasmanian devil glory. When Disaster Strikes, although getting off to an excellent, outrageous start with a monologue from Rudy Ray Moore (a.k.a. Dolemite), is ultimately an uneven album. The album sways between lackluster tracks that never reach the complexity or achieve the manic energy of Busta's Lyrics or infectious, party-grooves...
...analytical rigor. This Jobs literally lopes into the room, and he keeps using the word golly. So O.K., golly, it's true that the famed "Reality Distortion Field"--that renowned Jobsian ability to bamboozle and bedazzle--still works, but it's a slower seduction these days, not a manic pitch. At 42, he may have mellowed, but as a motivator and marketer he still has no equal...
Clearly, much work remains to be done, particularly on cluster headaches. The pharmaceutical companies still don't have a pill designed specifically to protect against these attacks, although some doctors have had success treating them with lithium, a drug usually used to regulate the mood swings of manic depression. Apparently it can also interrupt the cycles of cluster headaches, although nobody yet understands why. Meanwhile, drilling holes in your head, no matter how much it hurts, is not recommended...
...action pictures, with their size and tempo and assurance, and all those pretty people realizing outrageous dreams. Our directors know how to fulfill Alfred Hitchcock's aim: to make the Japanese audience scream at the same time as the American audience. Perhaps they know it too well. A manic roteness now envelops action films; the need to thrill has become a drab addiction. Isn't there more to moviemaking than having your finger on the pulse of the world public? Can't the megalo-melodrama be infused with passion and ingenuity? The answer so far, and with just one exception...