by Peter F. Cantos
Give me a reason to be a woman.
Three albums and sixteen years later, Portishead finally got some nods here in the perlas ng silanganan and it wouldn't be without the socialite bandwagon shit video featuring almost-dry humping scenes by a former beauty queen and a construction business magnate. Not entirely the acknowledgement Portishead deserves. It fucking breaks me inside when people adopt a popular point of view for the primary fucking purpose of recognition and acceptance by others. Ang totoong putanginang cancer ng lipunan.
Glory Box is the third single off Portishead's 1994 debut album Dummy. A glory box is literally a box in which a young woman stores clothes, accesories, other fashion shit, etc. in preparation for marriage. This is widely practiced in Australia, New Zealand and some british states. It is actually a good choice for a prenuptial song as well as a soundtrack to make love to. But both shit at the same time? You got to be fucking shittin' me. Putangina wasak.
Give me a reason to love you.
Beth Gibbons' vocals are some of the most emotive you'll ever hear. The creative mix of vinyl samples and other instruments create an atmosphere of a single person trapped in an audio-manufactured cell. It is bleak and sad — but just timelessly good. Perfect downer shit.
In my own fucking perspective, the impact of the said prenuptial video isn't actually from the ones getting married. It's from the fucking song. You could actually put the ugliest shit on the planet in a video and put Glory Box as its soundtrack and still it would look fucking sexy.
Ayaw mo maniwala? Play mo 'yung video ungas.
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