Massive Attack
Blue Lines

THE REVIEW

The blue line is a subtle vibration that slips under your skin and slowly creeps into every fiber of your body; it's the dense cloud of smoke that dances at your fingertips until it dissolves into the darkness, blending with it; it is the slowed rhythm, the heavy bass, the barely whispered voice.
It’s the anger of those who lose what they love, it’s the only true love, it’s the memory of brothers and sisters and the feeling of gratitude, a daydream that makes you float in the air, the pain of the body at the thought of a kiss only imagined, a body without a heart, it’s the great wheel that keeps turning, day after day, it’s a hole in the soul, the changing time...
The blue line flows sinuously through the fingers of Mushroom Vowels, breaks the voice of Tricky, falls heavy like the step of Daddy G Marshall, lights up the eyes of Robert del Naja, vibrates in the body of Horace Andy, rises radiant on the lips of Sarah Nelson.
Nine tracks of rare beauty, and I like to imagine them this way, sinuous blue lines that define the contours of a night in which everything appears perfect to you.