By Tom Lanham
Updated October 03, 1997 at 04:00 AM EDT

Trip-hop? More like creep-hop. This sophomore spook-athon from chilly U.K. combo Portishead clanks across the attic, via Geoff Barrow’s skeletal samples and funereal keyboards. Beth Gibbons’ surgical-steel voice on Portishead slices into her partner’s scraps of musical meat, for an effect that’s hypnotic, bloodless, and addictive. Halloween can’t be far behind. A