1.Outside (1995)



1. Leon Takes Us Outside: This nice little curtain-raiser finds Bowie mysteriously reciting dates (August, Wednesday, 13th, Friday, 7th, June) and for some reason other random names (Nicholas), days (Valentine’s Day, Martin Luther King Day) and phrases (In view of nothing), over a pleasant, atmospheric, Erdal Kizilcay soundscape. 5.0

2. Outside: The album was originally going to be called Leon (there are bootlegs) until a kitchen-sink sized reworking was undertaken. For better or worse the result was Outside. The anthemic title track is a dark and brooding exercise in post-punk electronica and a hugely improved reworking of a crappy old Tin Machine track called ‘Now’, re-tailored for this album. 6.0

3. The Hearts Filthy Lesson: This heavily textured Euro-dance industrial grind seamlessly interlocks Bowie’s disturbing cut-up lyrics with Reeves Gabrels’ looping sandpaper guitar riff (showing a pleasing new level of restraint and economy), delivering a feverishly menacing undercurrent. 6.5

4. A Small Plot of Land: This looping piece of freakout cabaret-jazz is actually quite superb with Bowie bleating some odd cut ups: “Poor Dunce, he pushed back the pigmen, the barbs laughed, the fool is dead, poor dunce, he never knew what hit him, and it hit him so“. One of the great songs off this album. Mike Garson’s flamboyant piano shines throughout, and in the lengthy outro Gabrels comes to the party (never better than on Outside) with a familiar yet tasteful solo laid underneath some subtle string washes. 7.0

5. (Segue) Baby Grace (A Horrid Cassette): The first of a sustained level of tangential departures, this one find Bowie playing the character of Baby Grace, running his voice through a vocoder with extremely creepy/silly results. 3.0

6. Hallo Spaceboy: Bowie takes great pleasure in revisiting the enduring space motif in this jarring, chaotic and overbearing galumph. This is the sound of Bowie and Eno going gangbusters on an irritating, yet naggingly addictive Nine Inch Nails-inspired death-disco thud, later remixed by the Pet Shop Boys. His official farewell to Ziggy? I think not. The live version on A Reality Tour is worth a listen for his extraordinary vocal performance. 6.0 

7. The Motel: The first of two sequential jailhouse laments (“And it’s light’s out boys”), the slow burn of The Motel is paced to perfection. Beginning with a threatening whisper channelling Scott Walker over a fretless bass, subtly evolving into a monstrous climax featuring an open-throated vibrato not heard since ‘It’s No Game Pt.1’. 6.5

8. I Have Not Been to Oxford Town: Reminiscent of Fame, and the welcome return of Carlos Alomar and his insistent rhythm guitar figures, Bowie cleverly constructed this over a completed Eno instrumental track, wryly delivered with a call and response technique and super-catchy nursery rhyme chorus (“Toll the bell, pay the private eye, all’s well 20th Century dies”). Upbeat considering the rest of the album, especially the subject matter. 7.0

9: No Control: Bowie sings with full-bodied vigour as Eno described it: spotlight centre stage, down on one knee, arm extended to the heavens. His marvellous vocal performance and song-craft skills a refreshing revelation. 7.0

10. (Segue) Algeria Touchshriek: A narrative from a tired old man who has been left behind. This is the second of the five ‘Segues’. Nice name. 3.0

11. The Voyeur of Utter Destruction (As Beauty): Great title. Lyrics in keeping with the ill-defined conceptual gobbledygook, this is actually a disfigured juggernaut of a track. Bowie’s vocal performance once again is breathtaking as is Garson’s discordant piano splatter. 7.0

12. (Segue) Ramona A. Stone/I Am With Name: Starting with an announcement from the nasty Ramona A. Stone, this is the most unpleasant character encountered so far. Bowie’s voice distorted to sound like a Dalek. Thankfully it segues into the much more pleasant ‘I Am With Name’. That’s a live Brian May sample heard later in the track “Give it to me one more time!”. 5.0

13. Wishful Beginnings: Interesting abstract track pleasingly sparse and minimalist. Again, sorry, this one evokes the nuanced experimentation of Scott Walker’s disturbing Tilt epic which was released the same year. 6.0

14. We Prick You: Experimenting with, and somewhat weighed down by, multi-layered jungle beats (to be further explored on his follow-up album) this melodically stark track features a leisurely groove, Eno’s treatments and strategies, and best of all Alomar’s fine guitar textures. 7.0

15. (Segue) Nathan Adler, Pt.1: Short conceptually relevant piece featuring a nice guitar line from Alomar underneath Bowie’s schizophrenic conceptual monologue. 3.0

16. I’m Deranged: Bowie’s delicately mournful vocals shine this techno-infused tense Euro-dance propulsion. Beautifully complemented by Gabrels’ and Garson’s understated melancholic tones. 7.0

17. Thru’ These Architects’ Eyes: The rattling funk of Thru’ These Architects’ Eyes is another fine traditional Bowie song found towards the end of this album, and is simply one of the best tracks on the album. Garson’s piano solo towards the end is his best performance since Aladdin Sane. 7.0

18. (Segue) Nathan Adler, Pt.2: The final piece of the puzzle finds the main character speaking to himself from inside his padded cell, and at only 0.28 seconds, it’s even more insignificant than Pt.1. This one is the most unwelcome as it breaks a nice flow of terrific songs but thankfully the last of the segue tracks. 3.0

19. Strangers When We Meet: A conventional pop song right at the very end works surprisingly well as an album closer. The inclusion of this good track however is a little confusing considering it’s an inferior re-recording of the best song on Buddha. 7.0


VERDICT: Bowie’s first bona fide 90s comeback album. Ok, so the indigestible Naked Lunch-esque art-ritual-murder mega concept (or in Bowie’s words A Non-Linear Gothic Drama Hyper-Cycle) isn’t exactly a page-turner: a detective investigating a murder following a run in with some dismembered livestock or something, clearly I don’t know, however this experimental and roundly ignored album was an uncompromising statement from Bowie and contains some of his most compelling and downright exciting moments in years, sounding more engaged since the benchmark of Scary Monsters (there I said it). With Outside he seemed intent on thoroughly alienating the legion of fans who jumped aboard in the early 80s with this wilfully un-commercial epic. A studio reunion with Brian Eno after some 18 years since his virtually canonized Berlin-era landmarks, together creating a marvellously dense album folding in elements of techno, electronica and grunge resulting in an album as excessive as any mid-90s rock magnum opus as there ever was – and in the 90s there was plenty. Unfortunately it’s needlessly elongated containing a substantial amount of intrusive conceptual fluff, but the storming proper songs can stand up on their own as there is certainly some brilliant and inventive avant-garde rock to be found here. Dispensing with the forced melodrama may have inspired a concise masterpiece (Leon, anyone?). The cover is an original Bowie and suits the materiel.

NEXT: 2.Contamination. No…wait!

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