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Porcupine Tree: On the Sunday of Life

Track List

>Music for the Head
>Jupiter Island
>Third Eye Surfer
>On the Sunday of Life
>Nostalgia Factory, The
>Space Transmission
>Message from a Self Destructing Turnip
>Radioactive Toy
>Nine Cats
>Hymn
>Footprints
>Linton Samuel Dawson
>And the Swallows Dance Above the Sun
>Queen Quotes Crowley
>No Luck with Rabbits
>Begonia Seduction Scene
>This Long Silence
>It Will Rain for a Million Years

Album Notes

Porcupine Tree's debut is really one big in-joke, which actually makes for a better reason to record something that pretends to be profoundly deep through and through. As released, it doesn't make mention of the tracks' origins as the supposed product of a mysterious cult psych/prog rock band, but the packaging and artwork (even the fonts) would make the Dukes of Stratosphear proud. Steve Wilson's singing is noticeably higher at points than it would be in later years -- chalk it up to his relative youth or a desire to sound appropriately wispy (or on the lovely "Nine Cats," like David Gilmour). On a sheer technical level, though, Wilson can't be beat. Recording and producing his material solo (outside of a couple of guest appearances) before the big '90s revolution in home recording quality, he easily reaches the depth and reach of bands who could spend many times more to reach the same sound. It really does sound like a full band jamming along to its own muse, not a constructed swathe of overdubs. Happily, it's not just ability on display, but actual art. There's plenty of shaggy-dog nutty humor -- "Jupiter Island" takes a perfectly groovy trip to said locale circa 1968, phased guitars and all, while the giddy goof "Linton Samuel Dawson" gleefully portrays a cool dude tripping through life and time just to "Escape...from the boredom of mankind." Then there's the spoken word whispering on "Space Transmission," which sounds like something Robert Calvert might have dreamed up on a particularly bad trip, or the very knowing Beatles lyrics quote on the über-trippy "Footprints." Meanwhile, the many instrumental pieces are simply wonderful, pastoral, ambient rambles or drum-solo jams or more. It may all be 1970-era Pink Floyd for a more knowing time, but as a genre exercise and its own worthiness, On the Sunday of Life is still a great debut. ~ Ned Raggett



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