Portishead’s album Third tends to be like that kinky fantasy you play again over and over in your head. It gets fixated on that idea that gets you off most but is surprisingly progressive. The vocalist, a woman, has a certain seduction about herself, something mechanic, something artificial like clones rather than an honesty. This however allows one to have a "no strings attached" feeling as their ears sensually explore the message at hand. As the album comes to an end you almost want to grab a cigarette. It feels like a charcoal gray satin sheet is bounding you into its cool endless rhythm when you’re doused in sweat. The electronic influence is heavy but not in the repetitive sense like with most music- its organic. Organic electronic music with lots of sex appeal- haha that’s what this album is.