February 2003
Well, this was a disappointment.
Here’s an EP of some stuff that was left off Returning Jesus. We got four new things. Until Tomorrow, a simple banjo piece which comes in standard and lo-fi editions. After this is Chelsea Cap, which sounds vaguely like a Blackfield reject with some Bownessian touches. Of the new songs, only Darkroom manages to be something more than mediocre, but that’s largely because it’s one of those No-Man songs that communicates barely repressed terror and they’ve always been good at those. Even then, though, it doesn’t really compare to some of the other songs they’ve did in this vein, like Bleed. The extended version from ‘98 found on the Returning Jesus complete sessions is somewhat better, as it’s given a bit more space to unspool.
All of this slides in and comes right out the other side with basically no staying power. After I listened to it for the first time I had vague recollections that one song was the banjo one, one was the dark one, and one was the thoroughly nondescript one, but that’s about it. There just isn’t a lot to recommend about this EP, especially when on either side we have California, Norfolk and Together We’re Stranger, two of Bowness’ best works. I’m unlikely to return to any of these songs anytime soon, and this EP is not very good in a not very interesting way, and it just feels like Tim and Steven running on autopilot, and I want to talk about something else.
So, I think I shall talk about something else.
Steven Wilson fandom titan Matt is pulling together a No-Man retrospective blog that promises to be more informative than this one, called Carolina Skeletons. As of this writing, quite a few pages have already been written, one of which goes into more detail about 80s No-Man than I could ever hope to muster. This is pretty great for me because this blog’s coverage of No-Man pretty much begins in 1990 with the release of Colours, already something recognizable as itself.
We’ve spent some time already talking about how No-Man had an uncharacteristically long gestation period for a Steven Wilson project, emerging in 1986 and 1987 from the same soup in Wilson’s heads as everything else and only properly figuring themselves out with the release of Carolina Skeletons in 1998. That the band spent most of the 90s fighting with the record industry’s expectations was, ah, unhelpful. Wilson always wanted to be famous, and No-Man, with its major label backing and intelligent but more or less radio-friendly sound, was the ideal vehicle to launch him to superstardom…supposedly. We know how that worked out, and after things imploded Wilson redirected his superstar aspirations toward Porcupine Tree. (It’s not hard to suspect that Wilson and Bowness’ constant fights with One Little Indian were the raw material for songs like Piano Lessons and Four Chords That Made A Million later on.)
Most of that time, though, we still did have something recognizable as No-Man, albeit one that’s in a certain denial of itself. This is before that. From A Toyshop Window, the earliest thing we have from what would become No-Man, sounds absolutely nothing like anything they’d make later, instead shooting for “SNES shoot-em-up startup theme,” and hooboy does it succeed. Whenever I listen to it, I feel like I’ve become a pixelated, musclebound vigilante and I’m about to mow down some similarly pixelated mooks in a similarly pixelated 2D industrial environment. I can almost see it used today in an ad for like a retro gaming console, for extra nostalgia points. It’s corny and cheesy and is probably my favorite 80s Steven Wilson song outside of the Porcupine Tree demos.
When Tim Bowness appeared the following year things snapped into place pretty much instantly. No Man Is An Island resurface in 1987 with Faith’s Last Doubt, a record which also features Nigel Child, the one other connection between Wilson’s brief stint with Blazing Apostles / Pride of Passion and everything else he’s done. This sounds considerably more like the No-Man we know and love, with generally minimalist instrumentation (apart from Ben Coleman and Nigel Child’s respective violin and guitar solos) and Bowness’ typically delicate yet emotive vox adding up to something broadly similar to what we’d get out of them with their Nick Drake covers.
After this, the pair of EPs released in 1989 that form as good a start to their recording history as any: The Girl From Missouri and Swagger. We glanced at them previously in the intro to the Space Era, but didn’t spend a whole lot of time on them as I still kind of turned my nose up at No-Man at the time. The Girl From Missouri moves largely in the ways we expect from No-Man at this point, and is honestly not all that interesting, at least for our purposes. Swagger, on the other hand…
Let’s try for a more honest appraisal, quick. Four tracks. Flowermouth, which has nothing to do with the song of the same name from the album of the same name, is an uptempo thing evocative of their trip-hop phase. Life Is Elsewhere, meanwhile, is the sort of moody balladry that would become Bowness’ stock in trade in about a decade. Bleed is a very early version of what would become No-Man’s dark side; the song itself would reach its final form in Heaven Taste in 1995, but its atmosphere calls forward to some songs on Together We’re Stranger and Schoolyard Ghosts. Mouth Was Blue is another fast song, this one with pounding percussion and vaguely staccato rhythms similar to what they’d produce with Love You To Bits. In other words, out of everything they released before Days in the Trees, this record is probably their most important, because although it’s very under-construction (Bowness’ howling on some of these songs is simply embarrassing), it foreshadows the arc of No-Man’s career, showcasing all the multitudes this project contains within it.
These are multitudes that are sort of in evidence on All That You Are, but even that wasn’t enough to save it. We get to see certain facets of No-Man that don’t come out as often in Until Tomorrow and Darkroom, but even they aren’t as memorable as anything that came before, with all the interesting stuff collapsing into a beige treacle. If 2000s No-Man has a failure mode, this is it: an extended throat-clearing before moving on to more interesting territory.