Years after crafting a sound so unique that a fledgling movement spun up around it, Portishead walked away from notoriety and their Trip-hop roots that influenced so many. Away from the dark corners and come-hither beats, punctuated by Beth Gibbons’ pained yarns of yearning and regret, away from all of it. Until they didn’t. Borne to some degree out of the threads they continued to explore after their first two pivotal LPs, the band’s literally named Third release finds them still uncertain, still haunted, but still certainly curious and exploratory. Hell, there’s even a ukulele that makes an appearance. Pretty sure no one saw that twist coming. What happens if you take the Trip-hop out of Portishead? You’re about to find out.