Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Coma Divine: The Music of Porcupine Tree - Part I
On the Sunday of Life - 1991
“Linton Samuel Dawson lives in outer space. He hangs around with a circus troupe outside the human race”
As far as debut records go, Porcupine Tree’s is probably the most misleading one I’ve ever heard. Honestly, I was not prepared for what this album contains. This was the second Porcupine Tree record I ever heard right after I had discovered them with their ’05 release Deadwing. What a mistake that was! If I had someone listen to both records back to back I doubt they would assume they were made by the same musician. So, from 1991, I give you On the Sunday of Life – the soundtrack to your fever dreams. We start with the first thing you will see on the record, the cover. A man diving into a sea of black. Not a lot there but when the music begins, that cover takes on a whole new meaning. That man in you and the black ocean is your mind. On the Sunday of Life is a trip, and a harsh one at that. I would hate to drop acid and have this record playing in the background. This album will smack you across the face if you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. It’s a chaotic mix of psychedelic keyboard loops and guitar work in contrast to angry sounding drums and warped vocals. We begin with an eerie and foreboding instrumental and then immediately shifts to an acid influenced pop song. The lyrics are just as sporadic. Happy-go-lucky passages can transition to hellish apocalyptic warnings, (I’m not kidding – Listen to Space Transmission and try not to shiver). This album would fit in nicely with the experimental rock scene from the early 60’s. It has a positive Captain Beefheart and early Zappa vibe to it and relishes in it. I mean with song titles like Message from a Self-Destructive Turnip and No Luck with Rabbits, how could you take the music seriously? But like an old friend used to tell me, “It’s better to overshoot than undershoot”. On the Sunday of Life provided Mr. Wilson with the floor plans to what would become modern day Porcupine Tree. It’s by no means my favorite release by this band but this is THE eccentric little keystone in Porcupine Tree’s discography.
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