The chemistry was instant. "At our very first recording session, we did three completely different kinds of song," Wilson recalls. "We recorded Faith's Last Doubt, which is this very sort of pretentious prog rock epic. Then there was this piece of industrial funk, Screaming Head Eternal, and a gothic piano ballad called Beaten By Love. And all in the space of about three hours bang, bang, bang. There was something magical straight away." "What was great about working with Steven is that we were free from any shackles," Bowness adds. "When I first met him, we'd discuss avant-garde music, classical, prog rock, Swans, David Bowie, all of these things. And we'd draw from spiritual jazz or soul music. Very early on we started using looped beats and looped bass, but we'd also draw samples from Stockhausen and Van der Graaf Generator. Basically, we just wanted to express ourselves." This wildly eclectic, anything-goes approach made for some thrilling music. No Man Is An Island experimented as a four-piece in their early days, before slimming down to a trio (with violinist Ben Coleman) for 1989's boldly visceral EP Swagger.
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The band name soon lost a little fat, too, becoming simply No-Man. As a sumptuous new box set attests, they were impossible to pigeonhole.
Housekeeping: The OLI Years 19901994 includes No-Man's two studio albums for the One Little Indian label (now rebranded as One Little Independent), plus singles compilations, out-takes, alternative versions and BBC radio sessions. In it you'll find everything from nascent trip-hop to classical textures, art-rock to dance music, ambient to industrial, electronica to sweeping prog. Recorded between the last knockings of acid house and the advent of Britpop, these tracks occupy a peculiar space in time.
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For all their affiliations with postrave culture, No-Man remained wilfully outside of it. You'd never catch Wilson or Bowness living it up in clubland. "God, no!" Wilson says, laughing at the thought. "We were the complete antithesis. The best analogy is Brian Wilson writing songs about surfing, when he'd never been near a surfboard in his life. We'd beinside with a cup of tea, listening to Talk Talk's Spirit Of Eden, rather than going out, taking ecstasy and dancing to some banging techno. That's my idea of hell. We were nerds." "It's a bit like No-Man transformed the sound of electro and rave, but from outside the club," offers Bowness. "As if we were wandering past, heard an interesting sound, sampled it and did something with it back in our bedrooms. There was a sense of being detached from the culture itself. That's what made us outsiders." This gave prospective employers a headache: how to classify the unclassifiable. No-Man bounced between labels pre-OLI, choosing to self-release 1990's radical reworking of Donovan's 60s hit Colours. Wilson and Bowness stripped back the original's folk elements and gave it a spacey funk-hop makeover, complete with Coleman's classical violin. The effect was remarkable. It proved to be a breakthrough moment.
"At that point, we'd been building up a live audience, playing at places like [London clubs] the Marquee and the Rock Garden," Bowness explains. "But we just couldn't get journalists or record company people there. It was really frustrating. I'd read an article about Happy Mondays saying that their next single was going to be a version of Donovan's Colours. So over the weekend I went to Steven's house in Hemel Hempstead and we recorded our own version. It was pure opportunism on our part, but we thought it was a great record. We pressed it up and sent out about five ridiculous copies with an intentionally cover note, making claims that we were the Jesus Christ to Jesus Jones's David Icke. Luckily it reached the right people. We ended up with single of the week in Melody Maker and Sounds. Everyone was there at our next gig, Manchester Boardwalk: publishing companies, record companies, you name it."
Colours was picked up by Probe Plus, but One Little Indian came calling soon afterwards. Lovesighs (1992) brought together various EP tracks and served as a handy No-Man primer, creating a buzz for their debut album proper. Loveblows & Lovecries - A Confession was duly released in May 1993.
Marketing No-Man was a whole other matter. Wilson and Bowness brought in Talk Talk manager Keith Aspden to oversee their affairs. "Keith was very, very direct," Bowness recalls. "He said, 'I see you two as the Pet Shop Boys with the potential of Pink Floyd.' Steven and I never wanted to compromise, which made for some crazy conversations with the label. We had a meeting about the video for Only Baby, and somebody tried to convince me that green was the colour of pop. They tried to make us wear green costumes in the video. So Steven and I turned up at the shoot wearing all black, with our manager and the record company arguing in the background."
Loveblows & Lovecries had been preceded by a UK tour in which the band swelled to a sextet, thanks to the inclusion of ex-Japan members Mick Karn (bass) Steve Jansen (drums) and Richard Barbieri (keyboards). All three subsequently appeared on one of the album’s key tracks, Sweetheart Raw. Despite its merit, though, and positive reviews, Loveblows didn’t sell.
One Little Indian slashed the budget for 1994 follow-up Flowermouth. No-Man used the money to build their own recording facility in Wilson’s parents’ house, in his old room. No longer having to watch the clock, and now down to a core duo, they strove to make exactly the kind of album they wanted. The pointer seemed to be the previous record’s ambitious mini-epic Painting Paradise.
“It’s easy to hear that we liked progressive rock,” says Wilson. “That’s one of the things that separated us out from that era. We liked a lot of other stuff too, but we loved that kind of conceptual scale. And we loved being pretentious, in the best possible sense of the word. We loved tracks t...