George Starostin's Reviews

 PINK FLOYD

"Us and them - and after all we're only ordinary men"

General Rating: 4

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Introduction

I HATE PINK FLOYD. No, ladies and gentlemen, my name is not Johnny Rotten. And my motives for disliking this greatest symbol of the Seventies (second only to Led Zeppelin, it seems) differ greatly from those of the Sex Pistols. The Pistols and their kinsmen hated Pink Floyd because of their pretentiousness and overbearing complexity, and in this, it seems, their hate was purely conventional - in fact, they just experienced the same kind of things that they felt towards any other mature or non-mature prog rock band. Me, I have nothing against prog rock in general. But I do have something against Pink in particular.
What I honestly feel is that the Floyders are probably the most overrated rock band in man's history. Certainly, they are worthy. A very worthy band - even me, who's not a fan, could go on speaking of their advantages for hours. (I just don't want to because thousands of people have done so already). But the kind of praise given to them, the endless sell outs, monster radio hits, unrestrained critical and fan worship - none but the Beatles received as much, and even the Beatles don't seem to receive that much nowadays. The Beatles traditionally hold number one, see, so lots of people who get tired of the Beatles being number one start dismissing them as 'pop crap' or 'shallow' or 'dated', and praise Floyd instead. Ladies and gentlemen, let's all be cool-headed! If you want to really know who is first and who is second, be cool-headed! Okay, of course, it's impossible to tell who's first and who's next just because any judgement of the kind would be highly subjective. However, I'll still go ahead and try to explain why I don't like Floyd and at the same time give them a rating of 4 when I even gave Led Zeppelin a 3.
There is one major defect about Floyd - whether it be Barrett-led Floyd or Waters-led Floyd (and I don't even mention the Gilmour-led Floyd). These guys are (and were) very average musicians and so-so songwriters. Let's face it, the group never had a true musical virtuoso. Waters' bass playing is just okay, Wright and Mason don't qualify above your average session musicians, and Barrett's talents, you must admit, weren't in the sphere of picking the guitar. As for Gilmour, well, I just don't like the guy's guitar - I consider it generic and soulless. All of his 'classic' solos are so mathematically precise, counted out and adjusted that it almost makes me sick. He's no Steve Howe, and he's not even Steve Hackett. He's Dave, like we all know him: slow, meticulous and calculated. He's got some truly great guitar passages in his backpack (my favourite work of his is mostly located on Dark Side and Animals), but he also has a lot of pointless noodling, and he often selects the kind of generic highly distorted, yet not really 'heavy' guitar tone that I can't call anything but 'musical dentistry'. Sorry, Dave.
Neither could they make really creative melodies (a flaw which they share with Yes). In their Barrett days, when they relied on Syd, their songs were crazy and atmospheric, but not quite structured or memorable, except for a pair of hooks now and then. In their Waters days, when they relied on Roger, their songs were careful and... atmospheric. But still, the melodies were always kinda iffy. On the early albums they used to rip off everybody, starting from Simon & Garfunkel and ending with the Kinks, and they didn't exactly clear up even with their classic mid-Seventies hit albums.
No, even if you're willing to argue with me that the Pinkers actually wrote tons of classic melodies, you'll still have to admit that it isn't their songwriting that's the main attraction in Pink. The main attraction is the way, the manner in which they present their songs. While I certainly cannot call Floyd the most talented band in rock history, they were certainly the greatest experimentators on this planet of ours. From the early feedback and electronic drums experimentation to the mad laughters and ticking clocks on Dark Side to the shiver-sending spooky atmosphere of The Wall, they were always the impeccable masters of special effects - and it was certainly that side of them that attracted most of the audience. They were simply unpredictable. That said, I shouldn't have given them more than a 3 in the general rating. However, since I'm a great fan of unpredictability (and I do believe that only unpredictability and total irrationalism can save modern music from ruin), I'm willing to raise the rating to a 4. Simply because there are so many Pink Floyd tunes around that normally don't deserve a lot of attention, but still get it since they are so groovy, if the word 'groovy' is applicable to Floyd music.
Lineup: early Pink Floyd was formed in 1965 and included Roger 'Syd' Barrett (guitar, vocals); Roger Waters - bass, vocals; Rick Wright - keyboards; Nick Mason - drums. Barrett was forced out of the band by 1968 due to total ineffectivity, replaced by David Gilmour; band leadership switched to Waters. Waters quit in 1983; since then the band carried on as a trio, and their later days albums are often dismissed even by fans as tripe. I have all of these later albums (two studio ones and two live ones), and, although they probably don't deserve all the hate, they're pretty inane, mostly cashing in on the past glories. And why the hell did they need two live Waters-less albums? You got it, pal - the dough!
P.S. Due to its largeness, the page is now split into two parts (the 1967-73 albums and the 1975-1995 albums plus videos and solo projects). The "late period albums" can be accessed either through clicking on their titles or through the link at the bottom of this page.

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ALBUM REVIEWS
THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN

Year Of Release: 1967
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 12

The Bible of Astral Psychedelia. Very fucked up, very turned on. Get it at your own risk.
Best song: ASTRONOMY DOMINE

Their first album obviously took Are You Experienced? as a model rather than Sgt Pepper. It can also be viewed as an antithesis to Disraeli Gears: the two albums symbolized the two ends of one stick: psychedelia. While Sgt Pepper and Gears took the 'flower' aspect of psychedelia and developed it into coloured, rainbowish forms of music, Piper took the 'mind-blowing' aspect. It's not exactly an acid album, although there certainly was a lot of acid dropped on it. Rather it takes up Hendrix's 'cosmic' line, featured in 'Third Stone From The Sun', and carried it further, especially in two of their most famous early compositions - 'Astronomy Domine', my personal favourite on this record, and the instrumental 'Interstellar Overdrive'.
'Astronomy Domine' is a truly fantastic song. The introductory microphonic voices, the mantras on astronomy, the totally un-Earthly riff, the incredible echoey sound (how the hell did they manage such a sound in 1967?), all of these things are not just revolutionary, I guess they continue to be intriguing and scary even now, in the age of total computer techniques when normally it would take about a couple minutes to reproduce all of these effects in the studio. But there's a spirit and a flame, you know, the only things which can't be modulated at any cost. Forget that. Of course, the honour of being the magnum opus on record falls to the astral trip 'Interstellar Overdrive'. The only problem with the song is that it's about five or six minutes too long for me: I'm generally not a fan of sound collages, and neither this one nor 'Revolution # 9' nor, say, CCR's 'Rude Awakening # 2' impress me much. Still, the rumbling, growling riff on which the song is built is extra-mundane, and my favourite part comes right there at the end, when they imitate a motor cooling down. Ride's over. Welcome to Alpha Centauri, I guess?
Unfortunately, the main problem with the year 1967 was that any music was called art at the time - as long as it was 'experimental'. Hell, if Lennon's Two Virgins were deemed as modern art at the time, what can be said about bands who tried to incorporate at least some musical elements on their records? And Pink also fell victim to the general 'technological' vibe. Which means that for every successful element on this album that continues to sound fresh and attractive even now, you get a 'failed experiment'. The worst of the lot is Roger Waters' first composition, 'Take Up Thy Stethoscope And Walk', with a melody that pretty much defines the word 'atrocious'. I'm no musician, but I can write a melody that tops this one in about twenty seconds. Of course, they thought they could get away with it? 'Achin' head... Gold is lead... Choke on bread... Underfed...' berk! And don't even try to flame me for it: even Roger himself admitted later the song was a piece of shit. Oh, well, his songwriting still had a lot to go at the time. Another misguided experiment is the lengthy instrumental 'Pow R Toc H', the first part of it, featuring some cool jazz piano, is enjoyable, and the second degenerating into a load of crappy screams soon afterwards. It ain't music, and I hate it.
The good news is that the 'astral' groove was only one side of Syd's personality. Behind the totally frigged up, drug-soaked 'space traveller' he actually hid the identity of a little child! Otherwise, how would you explain the existence of lots of little children ditties on this album? 'Gnome', 'Scarecrow', 'Bike', 'Matilda Mother' - these are all the kind of songs you'd likely to meet on a Greatest Lullabies Collection. Not that they are all good. In fact, I far prefer 'Lucifer Sam' to them - a strong contender for the best song on the album, this ode to Syd's Siamese cat is built around a threatening riff not unlike the ones of 'Astronomy Domine' or 'Overdrive', and the actual melody is no slouch, either. It's one of the few really rockin' tracks on the album, in fact. But the mellower, gentler childish songs aren't that good, primarily because they were all products of Syd's erratic ego and you never can tell which way they're gonna go. I mean, I said in the introduction that I do like unpredictability in rock music, but this is schizophrenia, not unpredictability. Both 'Bike' and 'Matilda Mother' have their charms, of course: 'Bike' is very funny, and the ringing clock symphony, followed by duck cackling, is just hilarious, while 'Matilda Mother' is tender, with the refrain 'Oh mother, tell me more' reflecting the psychology of a little child. But I can't stand the others: 'The Gnome' and 'Scarecrow' are silly throwaways with nothing to recommend them, although they're not horrendous like the second half of 'Toc H' or 'Stethoscope'.
The album also has one of Syd's 'intellectual' compositions, 'Chapter 24' which is actually the lyrics of the 24th chapter of Yi-Jing (the Chinese sacred book of divination) set to a rudimentary melody. I'm just saying this so you wouldn't attribute the text to Mr Barrett in person. Just a warning. The song is okay, I guess. But forget all my critiques, dammit. I'm perfectly willing to admit that the album was one of the most important ones in 1967, probably making the imaginary Top Ten along with Sgt Pepper, Satanic and others. It's just that it shares all the disadvantages of 1967, more so than any other album in this Top Ten.

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A SAUCERFUL OF SECRETS

Year Of Release: 1968
Record rating = 6
Overall rating = 10

More cosmic rockers: move on to this if you want to hear something like 'Interstellar Overdrive', but worse.
Best song: A SAUCERFUL OF SECRETS

Syd went totally loony before they even started recording this one, so they just finally had to dump him and get Dave Gilmour instead. Sure enough, their sound was never the same after that; but they still had a long way to go before Dark Side. This, their second and one of their most bizarre albums, marks a transitional phase: there's only one Barrett composition here (although his guitar is featured on a couple more), but neither can we call Waters a 'despot' - he gets only three of his solo numbers. The album's really a group affair: they truly went over their heads trying to demonstrate they could easily outbarrett Syd or, at least, manage to carry on without him quite easily. Of course, they couldn't. Out of the seven titles, maybe only a couple resemble 'songs' at all, most of the others either featuring long, spacey, nutty jams that would from now on become their trademark for at least five years or just being progressive sound collages (title track).
There's still a lot of youthful hippie romanticism here, of course, mostly courtesy of Mr Rick Wright ('Remember A Day'; 'See-Saw'). It's not bad, but it isn't particularly impressive, either: both of these songs are just slow, echoey and full of sweet vocal harmonies that lull you off to sleep. Good, but nowhere near as innovative as Syd's children songs (I know I said I'm not a fan of 'Matilda Mother', but it does have some historical importance, after all). On the other hand, if Wright voted to inherit Syd's 'lightweight' approach, Roger obviously chose his 'cosmic' facet, because two of his most important songs on here both sound like space mantras. If they weren't so damn long and hypnotic, they could have been entrancing. 'Let There Be More Light' begins with a famous bassline (hey, there was a time when Roger could play that instrument), suddenly turns into a mystical chant ('far... far... far... far away...') and finally, degenerates into a noodling, ponderous 'jam'. 'Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun' certainly is a mantra: its one and only line (well, I know the lyrics are rather long, but they all sound the same and that same is 'hardly audible') gets repeated for maybe a couple thousand times, and your choice would be meditation or falling asleep. Since I refuse to be forced to meditate by a band like Pink Floyd, I take the second choice. It's just the intrusive bass line that prevents me from doing so (Waters again). But if you manage to stay awake, good for you, 'cause it's a good song, actually.
Oh! Yeah! You thought that Roger Waters had already become a great songwriter? That he overcame his banal 'Stethoscope' ambitions and ventured off into the new and unknown, dragged on by his talent? Well, no, not that fast. I just wanted to bitch a little over his third solo composition, the dreary anti-war song 'Corporal Clegg'. Its first seconds, with that screeching guitar, forebode a good ol' rock song, but you never can tell with Floyd: it suddenly turns out to be a hodge-podge of unfinished musical ideas which never were that good in the first place. The only thing that makes this bunch of pseudo-scary and pseudo-sweet noises worthwhile is the silly brass solo, otherwise it's almost as horrible as 'Stethoscope', only a bit more complex.
Finally, to tell you the truth, I don't like Syd's 'Jugband Blues' at all. The song was obviously written in his 'Apples And Oranges' state, when he couldn't play the same melody twice, and it's one of the best documents to illustrate his schizophrenia. The 'jugband' don't help at all. However, it probably was a nice gesture to finish off the album with such a commemorative number. To sum up: two mediocre hippie Wright songs, two good cosmic Waters songs, one horrible anti-war Waters song, one bad psychic Barrett song. How could this band be as good as it had been one year ago, with most of the talent clearly sucked out?
Answer is: only by putting all their efforts together and adding Dave's talents to match their own. Thus, they manage to come up with the totally groundbreaking and shattering title track, and it's no wonder that 'A Saucerful Of Secrets', the best composition on the album, is credited to all four members: with no Barrett around, they just didn't have enough strength on the individual level - not yet. 'A Saucerful Of Secrets' is a lengthy instrumental suite (not a jam by all means) which, according to Gilmour, represents a battle and its consequences. It starts off slowly and moodily, with an unstandard use of the cymbals (preparation for battle), then kicks off into a Mason drum tape-loop while Gilmour annihilates his guitar against a microphone stand (the battle), and finally turns into something more of a requiem, a good requiem, with Wright's organ-playing scaring the soul out of you. It's overlong, repetitive, and pretentious, of course, but, first of all, it's one of the first, if not the first, avantgarde experiments of the kind, and, second, it's listenable - quite unlike thousands of avantgarde collages inspired by it, it's good. It's music; at least, parts of it are. I think that in some way it's the title track and none other that catch up Barrett's legacy, not in the musical sense (Syd would never come up with anything as meticulously planned and produced as this), but rather in the experimental one. It was like a statement - we're gonna continue to push musical barriers forward and make music any kinky way we can. The kind of statement that unites at least twenty years of Pink Floyd's existence and also links The Piper to Dark Side Of The Moon.

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MORE

Year Of Release: 1969
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 11

An album that demonstrates: when the band doesn't show off, it is still able to produce great music.
Best song: CYMBALINE

This strikes me as being, well, not exactly a masterpiece, but a hell of a lot more interesting than it's usually considered. Oh, I mean, it isn't usually scolded or anything like that. Problem is, the album's a soundtrack to a French late-Sixties avantgarde movie about heroin, and soundtrack albums aren't usually considered as potential masterpieces just because they're soundtracks. A ridiculous superstition, this - after all, do not forget that A Hard Day's Night and Help! were both soundtracks just the same. And many a minor chef-d'auevre was buried in this way - take Dylan's Pat Garrett, for instance, which turns out to be one of his best creations of the Seventies... but let us return to more important matters at hand.
The very fact that Pink Floyd, a band with a less than two year musical legacy and a somewhat uncertain status, were approached with the idea of a soundtrack, showcases their significant cultural position at the moment. However, the music that you're gonna hear on the album has little to do with the kind of stuff they were now expected to do. If cosmic rock is what you're looking for, look someplace else. Out of the thirteen compositions on here, only one has something to do with their trippy, 'space rockers' image, and it turns out to be one of the worst on the album: the lengthy, hypnotic, space-effect-laden instrumental 'Quicksilver'. Maybe it sounded good in the film, but on record it just doesn't go anywhere - it's just a bunch of energy-less keyboard/percussion noises going on for seven minutes. Then again, in a certain perverse way it does predict ambient music, except that I still find its appearance on this record rather inadequate. If you want to make something ambient, do something ambient. Period.
Other drawbacks include Floyd's sudden attempt at a 'heavy' sound - the proto-metallic rockers 'The Nile Song' and 'Ibiza Bar' which both have the same melody (no kidding - I still have problems distinguishing the intros to both songs) and feature Gilmour's cock-rock shouting over a grumbling, pedestrian layer of riffage. I hate the songs, most of all because they sound exactly like the kind of generic hair metal you'd be a-hearin' on every street in the Eighties, maybe a little slower, but that's it. Does that mean that Pink Floyd invented hair metal? you're sure to ask me. Not necessarily, I should respond, because they didn't have their hair that long, at least, not at the time. Let's get calm on that and proceed to the good ones. The ones that deserve an 8.
The good ones are not just good ones, in fact: they're groundbreaking ones. The album finds Roger painfully trying to create a style, a thing he hadn't been able to do on the previous two albums. Here, though, he finally succeeds. From now on, Roger would be a... folk rocker. Yup, you heard right. I don't really know where did the others take their inspiration from, but Roger clearly took his from nobody other than Simon & Garfunkel. 'Cirrus Minor', 'Crying Song', 'Green Is The Colour', 'Cymbaline' - these songs are simply beautiful, and the only category which they can be fitted in is 'progressive folk rock'. 'Progressive', because all of them receive a slight trim of Pink Floyd Treatment, which means they're stuffed with moody sound effects, bits and pieces of Gilmour's electric guitar playing (although most of them are built on an acoustic rhythm track), and reflect Roger's musical ideas and slowly growing lyrical wit. My favourite is 'Cymbaline', with its radical contrast between the quiet verses and the climactic, shrill screaming in the chorus (notice the eerie resemblance between this and the 'and it's hello babe...' part in Genesis' 'Supper's Ready', by the way), but I guess we all can have different opinions. 'Green Is The Colour' distinguishes itself by sounding even McCartneyish in places. Dark Side Of The Moon, eh? Forget that! Of course, these numbers aren't all full of joy and suchlike, but they're lightweight (in the good sense of the word) pop songs! Trust me, you really need to hear this album if you believe everything Pink Floyd ever managed to do was write mournful dirges about a world that sucks like nothing else.
Besides, there's a ton of other goodies waiting for you here, due to the pieces' relative shortness and diversity: Dave's ridiculous pseudo-Spanish phrases on the mercifully brief 'Spanish Piece' (mercifully, because I simply can't stand Spanish guitar, the most overabused musical element in history), Dave's cleverly crafted mounting of guitar tension on 'Dramatic Theme', Mason's re-recording of the drum battle from 'A Saucerful On Secrets' on 'Up The Khyber' and a good avantgarde collage in 'Main Theme', strangely similar to whatever was happening on the Krautrock scene at the time - guess the band was paying some attention to their German colleagues. All of these moments, even though not climactic by any means, manage to draw your attention and turn the supposedly dumb 'soundtrack' into a fascinating listening experience. And dig 'More Blues', the witty re-interpretation of simplistic blues patterns by the geniuses of modern technologies! Believe it or not, this period might have been one of the best for the band, now that Roger finally quit writing garbage like 'Take Up Thy Stethoscope'...

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UMMAGUMMA

Year Of Release: 1969
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 12

The triumph of Experimentation, this is probably the most successful of all avantgardist albums I'm aware of.
Best song: CAREFUL WITH THAT AXE, EUGENE

Hey, Jefferson Airplane, eat your heart out! Pink Floyd set the controls to 'frig out unlimited', and this album cooks with a vengeance! At no other time in their career did they ever release a record so bizarre. Painfully searching for their style (which they, unfortunately, weren't to find until 1973), they decided to let things go as they were supposed to go by themselves. The normal order of things was (a) excessive touring in their already overabused image of cosmic rockers, (b) unrestrained experimenting in the studio, trying to synthesize every possible sound on the planet and reproduce every possible situation on a record. And this is exactly what you get on Ummagumma, which means 'sex' in some kind of slang (if it ain't really a put-on by Nick Mason).
The first record of this double-set is live, containing just four tracks: one of Syd legacy, two from Saucerful Of Secrets and a new composition. 'Astronomy Domine' is terrific, and even if it loses a bit of its charm on stage (it's bound to, anyway - God only knows how many overdubs and technical gimmicks they inserted into this one), all the main elements are there: that echoey, boomy sound, the apocalyptic riff, the un-earthly vocals, and it also has a couple spare solos courtesy of Mr Rick Wright. 'Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun' is even improved upon: the climactic passages in the middle result in its sounding less like a lullaby and more like a Robot Rocker. And 'A Saucerful Of Secrets' sounds less artificial and much more energetic in the live context, the only letdown being Gilmour's uneven vocal harmonies in the 'requiem' part - I wonder who sang the original harmonies on the studio version. At least he doesn't sing off key.
However, all of these three live versions, good as they might be, pale in comparison to what I'd call the ultimate in avantgarde jamming. You know what I'm talking about, don't you? 'Careful With That Axe, Eugene' is nothing short of a perfect composition, and I do mean perfect: in the sense that not a note is wasted, the song and its structure are almost mathematically calculated. It begins as a slow, bass-based shuffle with little or no melody, punctuated by little 'pricks' on the cymbals, after which begins the slow and intoxicating build-up: Wright's synth noises, then the drums slowly replace the cymbals, Gilmour starts picking the guitar, Rick starts playing short passages on the organ, then in come the moody, angelic vocal harmonies and you're almost lulled to sleep - that is, if you don't feel the potential danger in the song, and then suddenly the bass comes throbbing faster and faster, the guitars and keyboards also become louder, Waters whispers the murky line 'careful with that axe Euzheeeeene', and after that... well, if you haven't heard the song, I'll just leave this as a secret in order to intrigue you. Suffice it to say that the tension is just as carefully lowered as it mounted: Dave's screeching guitars fade away slowly, the organ almost dissolves itself, and the song ends just as it started - having come full circle. Magnificent, utterly magnificent and one of Floyd's best compositions ever - this is just the perfect example of music's influence on one's mind.
Certainly, the studio album can't even hope to coming close to how 'Careful With That Axe' sounds. But it's intriguing nevertheless. It all consists of the band members 'solo spots', since for some reason they weren't able (or just didn't want to) work together. The result is a patchy, but in places very worthwhile progressive collage. The best songs on here are Waters'. 'Grantchester Meadows' is done in his by now solid Simon-and-Garfunkelesque style, a panoramic ballad depicting the beauties of British rural life together with birds chirping, peacocks cooing (or doing whatever 'em peacocks doo) and flies buzzing. The ending is also typical Floyd showing off - somebody rushes into the studio and thumps the poor insect with a newspaper. And 'Several Species Of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave And Grooving With A Pict' (which rivals the Beatles for the longest song title) is just funny. Of course it's not a song and it ain't music and I don't normally appreciate this kind of sound, but this is oh so oh so oh so funny and technically brilliant that I can't help liking it. Not that I'd want to listen to this stuff that much, but it's just curious. Good sound. Lots of chatter and pratter which is totally impossible to decipher. Can you? Don't even try, it's probably all mixed backwards or in some other direction, unknown to the unprogressive part of humanity.
Now the other members' stuff is less interesting, dragging this record's rating down at least two points. Wright's four-part 'Sysyphus', based on some obscure classical pieces and spiced with modern playing techniques, has its moments, most notably the opening bombastic part, but it also becomes incredibly dull in the middle. Gilmour's 'The Narrow Way' is an unimpressive exercise in guitar technology; all I can say about it is that the first part is lazy and soothing, the second part sounds like a rocked-up version of 'Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun' and the third part presages the band's sound on Dark Side Of The Moon. All of these things don't impress me that much. Finally, Mason's 'The Grand Vizier Garden Party' is a grand name serving to mask the lack of ideas; virtually the only thing that it does is introduce us to the principle of a drum solo enhanced by electronic effects. Listening to this for seven minutes might have some sense first time around, but from a historical point of view this seems all too close to the 'music for immediate consumption' idea (yeah, like George Harrison's Electronic Sound). Nevertheless, it ain't nasty, and I like the little flute bits which open and close the main section.
Overall, I must say that even if the album does have its poor sides (which is inevitable - what could you expect from a late Sixties experimental album in the hands of such a band as Pink), one has only to consider the guts and the nuts in order to appreciate it. Really, I can't imagine any other record in this world that took the 'do everything you want to do, and do it in the most unpredictable manner' vibe and carried it further. And please don't mention Zappa here - this is not a comical record, this is some serious stuff. Some deadly (whoah) serious stuff made by notably intelligent people. Yup, I'm talkin' intelligent people here. This is an intelligent album, even if Dave Gilmour can hardly be called an intelligent person. Oh, okay, not as intelligent as Waters. You satisfied now? Buy Ummagumma today. Forget about it tomorrow, but enjoy it today.

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ATOM HEART MOTHER

Year Of Release: 1970
Record rating = 6
Overall rating = 10

Pink Floyd as a 'classical' band in the original sense of the word, this is their 'peak' as a 'progressive' band.
Best song: the FATHER'S SHOUT part of ATOM HEART MOTHER

Well now, this certainly isn't even a rock record by any means. There's a big classical suite, a folk song, two evident pop songs and a psychedelic sound collage. But that's actually not a reproach. The reproach is that this record is seriously flawed, and below I'll try to give you a fairly objective view on the album (hell, wasn't that the kind of thing I already tried to do for 350 albums? Okay, so they're not totally objective, I confess, but let's just pretend they are).
'Atom Heart Mother' isn't exactly the first sidelong piece, but maybe it's one of the first really entertaining fusions of rock and classical. Its primary inspiration was certainly Deep Purple's Concerto For Group & Orchestra, but the idea was to outdo them. In that respect they probably succeeded 'cause it's hard to imagine anything more appalling than Concerto. Also, this resulted in probably the only Pink Floyd record that could to a significant degree be dubbed 'progressive' - their earlier albums were certainly more schizophrenic than progressive, and since Dark Side Of The Moon they abandoned these progressive tendencies totally. 'Atom Heart Mother', however, doesn't really work on any level other than 'progressive'.
Written in collaboration with partner Ron Geesin (who was responsible for most of the arrangements and orchestral trimmings), the suite is fairly impressive but, unfortunately, it shares all the defects of any song that goes over twenty minutes (actually, the only flawless twenty-plus minute track I've ever heard was 'Thick As A Brick Part 1'). It is diverse enough to not lose your attention, consisting of six different parts. These vary in style and in quality. The main theme ('Father's Shout', later reappearing in 'Reemergence') is terrific, with the classical horns line probably borrowed from some unknown Russian chef-d'aeuvre (okay, it might be Wagner just as well). Moreover, Gilmour contributes a whole guitar paradise both here and on a couple following parts; it sounds a little artificial, of course, but what Gilmour guitar part doesn't? It's really very nice. 'Breast Milky' with its requiem-like chorus sounds a bit too banal, but it's listenable. The only thing I have against it, in fact, that they're repeating themselves on a weaker level: the way they did the requiem part on 'A Saucerful Of Secrets' was much better. BUT... the middle parts (especially 'Funky Dung') are a huge letdown: this is where the 'classical' vibe suddenly disappears and is replaced by experimental synth noises that are prime bullshit compared to even the worst moments on Ummagumma. These parts just do not merge at all, and I can only excuse them by considering the background (remember, it was a time when butchering classical music with crazy avantgarde experiments was considered fashionable and artsy). Now, though, the suite would sound much better if these middle parts were extracted and deleted. You can't even skip them because they aren't indexed separately on the CD - what interest would I have in pushing and holding the 'fast forward' button every time? Blah. Overlong, that's what that one is.
Plus, the second side is almost totally trite. Roger's 'If' is a good song, another of his Simon & Garfunkel impersonations, this time with a strong pessimistic flavour. I wonder, what would happen if Roger quit the band and went on the road with an acoustic guitar in hand (and maybe Art Garfunkel on backing vocals)? Would he be as revered today as he is? I dunno, I just think he has a genuine talent for writing bittersweet acoustic ballads (see 'Pigs On The Wing' for one of the greatest examples of this, oh, and 'Mother', too). 'If' is no exception. But Rick contributes a clumsy, senseless love song ('Summer '68', with the title really saying it all), and Dave suddenly extracts a Ray Davies rip-off: 'Fat Old Sun', besides having a title closely reminiscent of the latter's 'Lazy Old Sun', is sung in an entirely Ray Davies style, with Gilmour even imitating Ray's intonations. Only he didn't have just as much talent for writing songs as Ray Davies had, so it's really a failure. Wise persons have also pointed out that the ringing of the bells that introduces the song is ripped off of the Kinks' 'Big Black Smoke'. Me, I wouldn't know about that, but Gilmour ripping off the Kinks? Sounds like one of the craziest ideas in the world.
I'm also not a fan of the closing 'Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast' featuring one of their roadies' (or sound engineers, who cares) daily activities' sounds over a couple primitive musical themes. The sounds of running water, frying bacon, chewing and swallowing may sound hilarious first time around, but it kinda begins to grate on my ears when I listen to it for the second one. It was probably very much fun as a stage number when they had real tea and bacon on the stage; but on record it's just dull and dated. Although you should take at least one listen to it, I think.
The album is also innovative in that it's the first one where the band members don't appear on the front cover. The meaning of that was to make the music as 'impersonal' as possible, although to my mind this was just a big put-on: since 1973 the music became hugely personal and it remained personal to the very last studio album. This one, I agree, is not personal, though, so the cow on the cover fits it just fine. Funny thing that the cow inspired the subtitles in 'Atom Heart Mother' ('Breast Milky', 'Funky Dung', etc.): that's how circumstances influence art, eh?

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RELICS

Year Of Release: 1971
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 11

Rarities and re-releases, all sounding quite well.
Best song: ARNOLD LAYNE

This isn't actually a new album, but I can't strictly place it in the compilations section, because it contains quite a large bunch of early singles previously unreleased on LP, plus a new Waters composition unavailable otherwise ('Biding My Time'). With a bit more intelligence, they could have included all the other Barrett-era rarities like 'Candy And A Currant Bun' or 'Apples And Oranges' and thus have a totally magnificent new studio album. But for some reason, the company preferred to dump them in favour of the already well-known and previously LP-issued tracks like 'Interstellar Overdrive' (this one they could have edited radically for as much as I care), 'Remember A Day' (who needs stupid Wright hippie dreams?), 'Bike' (great song, but why not 'Astronomy Domine' then?), 'Cirrus Minor' (ooh, why this and not 'Cymbaline') and 'The Nile Song' (crazy jerks). The rest, however, is for the most part essential to any self-respecting Pink fan, especially since it's otherwise either totally unavailable or can only be acquired on the Early Singles CD off the Shine On boxset (and you wouldn't want to pay for it, now would you?)
Okay, let's talk about these ones. First of all, there are two gorgeous A-sides, their first recorded production ever. 'Arnold Layne' is the best of the two, a funny song about a transvestite (quite a dangerous subject for 1967, and in fact the song was banned on the radio at the time) where Syd is already starting to display flashes of ingenious madness: on the surface, it looks like a simple pop song, but in reality it goes through several complex sections, so that any serious prog musician would be proud of such a number. In its function of 'single', one should add here, it was completely groundbreaking: quite possibly one of the first UK-released singles to which you couldn't really dance even if you tried real hard (although I suppose the Beatles beat the poor guys even here, with 'Strawberry Fields Forever'). With its weird, 'broken' rhythm, psychedelic sound effects and dangerous lyrics, all crammed together within the standard three-minute limits, it set a new pattern, not to mention introducing the whole rich British underground scene to the world.
'See Emily Play', on the other hand, looks like a gentle love ballad, and was mistakingly counted as such by the general record buying public in 1967, which led to the band being often booed on stage for playing the unexpected and unknown 'Interstellar Overdrive' instead. Me, I still wonder that the record-buying public overlooked the obvious trippy nature of this very song. 'Float on a river for ever and ever', hmm. And what about the crazy psychedelic, feedbacky solo in the middle? Could the pop-loving public be so primitive that it managed to overlook the differences between the singles of Pink Floyd and the singles of, say, the Hollies? Dumb. Then again, it's marvelous that 'Emily' actually dented the public tastes so much. Those were the days...
The rest is mostly Waters-era songs, and they don't seem to mesh easily with Syd's numbers. 'Julia Dream' is a gloomy, dreary Roger ballad where he did try to emulate Syd's style, but couldn't. Why? Because Syd was mad and Roger was sane. It's as clear as anything, and the result is 'boring'. Much of Syd's output might have been ugly and musically unsatisfying, but even the ugliest numbers were always interesting - you never knew what to expect in the next few moments. This, this is just... bah. Completely predictable. It also goes without saying that Wright's 'Paintbox' is weak (much like most of his stuff from the late Sixties), and the studio version of 'Careful With That Axe, Eugene' is a real disappointment in comparison with the live recording: it's short, it sounds rushed, Roger's scream is mixed badly, and the mathematical precision with which they managed to build up and relieve the tension so incredibly in concert is almost absent here. Bah! Who needs this? Get your Ummagumma copy today, I say! Still, a great song.
Finally, 'Biding My Time' is a strange jazzy number with next to no lyrics, a weird brass solo played by Rick Wright and lots of hard rock guitar wanking by Dave. The tempo is fine, and the lyrics are okay, but, all in all, the song is forgettable because the band didn't really have much more skill at playing blues jams than it did at playing hard rock.
Nevertheless, despite all of my critiques, I still give the record a rather high rating cuz, with the exception of 'The Nile Song', there ain't one truly bad number on here, and quite a large percent of the selections is totally, totally great. And, if you're a relatively recent fan and haven't ventured far beyond Dark Side Of The Moon, I highly recommend this album. Piper can be somewhat frightening, and Ummagumma will take some time to appreciate, but this one's a rather easy listen. And who on Earth would want to stay without adding 'Arnold Layne' and 'See Emily Play' in his or her collection?

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MEDDLE

Year Of Release: 1971
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 11

One more progressive album over there, but there's just too much soundtrackish music for me.
Best song: ONE OF THESE DAYS

This is often called Pink Floyd's first 'genuine' Barrett-less album, since Saucerful was Syd-inspired, Mother was Geesin-inspired, More was a soundtrack, and Ummagumma was a bunch of half-baked solo projects. Of course, this is a rather vague speculation, but it does have a grain of truth. What strikes you about Meddle first of all is the music. While the lyrics still 'aren't there', if you know what I mean, the music is already one hundred percent 'classical Seventies Floyd', so much that at times the record seems like a blueprint for most of the later albums. Can't you see traces of 'On The Run' in 'One Of Those Days'? Or don't you see that the first parts of 'Shine On You C.D.' were actually just a re-write of the first part of 'Echoes'? Dave finally breaks through with his Patented Heaven Guitar, Roger takes on a 'universalist' face and Rick slowly emerges as the old, wrinkled church organ playing dude he really was (that's a metaphor, you gotta understand that). Even the album cover gets really 'psychologically frightening', although in reality it ain't nothing but a good ol' swine's ear.
The album is still frigged out, so I guess I'll call it 'progressive' as well - at least 'Echoes' is genuine prog rock, and that's already half of the album. Yes, you heard right: yet another twenty-plus minute long rambling suite, and I get more or less the same feelings towards it as towards 'Atom Heart Mother'. It's also multipart, said to be based on more than twenty melodies, but I don't hear these twenty melodies. Maybe just a couple. Okay, three or four, not including the avantgarde middle part. Because it really begins and ends on a high note. Like I said, the singing essentially presages the superior 'Shine On', but it's still pretty, and the guitar/keyboard context in which it is set is more than impressive: Dave's pompous tone might get on your nerves sometimes, but objectively it's just a very well written guitar melody, and I don't mind pomposity or anything. He also gets to perform a couple breathtaking solos... before the song turns into a pedestrian blues improvisation that leaves you half asleep only to awaken you with the 'seagulls/crows' section: a melodyless piece which is probably meant to be the culmination because it embodies the main 'sea' theme, but I don't get any genuine feelings from listening to it. Why? Because it's the kind of sound you'd readily hear in any average movie soundtrack that deals with sea themes (come to think of it, any themes). That's the trouble with Floyd music: quite a good bit of it was supposed to represent 'art' but ended up sounding in a totally 'applied' manner. The mid-section of 'Echoes' is a perfect example. Thankfully, it all reverts to the beginning in the end. Anyway, since I'm such a big fan of comparisons, I'd say that this still beats 'Atom Heart Mother' - the main theme is more interesting, and the mid-section is at least listenable, even if musically unsatisfying.
As for the first side, it's also a slight improvement over Atom Heart Mother's solo-style numbers. The opening composition is a deserved classic. You probably all know that one, where Dave and Roger both play bass and Nick Mason utters the song title with the tapes slowed down and Rick gets these 'whooooooOOOOSH!' keyboard noises and then Gilmour steps in with some dentistry, but it's okay, it's eventually tolerable, and the whole thing rocks and shakes and burns the house down and then it dies down itself and these winds fade away leaving you to scratch your head in bewilderment and think about what the hell was actually going on. It's called 'One Of These Days I'm Gonna Cut You Into Little Pieces'. Authorship goes maybe to Eugene and his axe?
The other four songs aren't that interesting, actually. Roger contributes yet two more of his Simon & Garfunkel pastiches, but the well of acoustic inspiration was already running dry: 'Fearless' might be good, with a wonderful descending guitar line (although I find the football fans' cries at the end painfully distracting and totally unnecessary), but 'A Pillow Of Winds' is ultimately forgettable. Maybe it's because the lyrics suck. Maybe it's just because the melody ain't distinctive. Maybe it's because I'm a jerk and can't tell a good song from 'Corporal Clegg'. (But I'd prefer to forget that last phrase). And the two little ditties at the end of the first side that everybody finds so nasty, the jazzy 'San Tropez' and the doggy 'Seamus', well, you know, I'm rather fond of such ditties inserted among overbloated prog compositions because they help relieve the atmosphere and show that even the deadly serious guys have a sense of humour. Consider 'em tiny fillerish jokes. 'Seamus' is actually a lot of fun - what other band has made a dog sing the blues so convincingly? Of course, you shouldn't think I'm seriously considering these two songs to be masterpieces - they're just cool. But not enough cool for their names to be engraved in gold on the front door of the Rock Songs Pantheon if they'll ever get enough bucks and guts to open one. Let us draw the final line, now: that makes one half-baked epic, two good songs, one mediocre song and two silly, but funny throwaways. Beats Atom Heart Mother all to hell. Well, okay. Not to hell. To purgatory. An interesting album. But not one of their best.

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OBSCURED BY CLOUDS

Year Of Release: 1972
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 12

A beautiful soundtrack that is unjustly forgotten, but any fan of DSOTM should really hear this at least once in their lives.
Best song: WOT'S... UH THE DEAL

Didn't I mention earlier that quite a lot of Pink Floyd music sounds 'soundtrackish'? Well then, no wonder this is their second genuine soundtrack album in four years (third, actually, if you count the few compositions in Zabriskie Point). And being a soundtrack, it's no wonder nobody ever pays much attention to it. Neither did I at first - this was the last Floyd album I ever bought, yes, even later than the post-Waters celebrations of mediocrity. And oh what fools, total fools are we, and what a particular fool I have been.
Actually, most of these things were recorded during the Dark Side sessions - they'd already played the first preliminary Dark Side concerts before this one came out. So quite a lot of these songs sound much alike the better known ones, and it's much closer to Dark Side, in fact, than Meddle. Meddle solidified their 'experimental' side, with sound effects, tricky production values and groovy synth lines that all came up later in 1973; Obscured By Clouds is much more important, however (to me at least) in that it neglects the experimentation in favour of search for good melodies, thus presaging the melodical side of DSOTM. And forgive me for my heresy, but I say it loud and I don't say it just for fun: most of the melodies on DSOTM don't hold a candle to this forgotten soundtrack. Yup, I'm serious. There are ten songs on here, and about two thirds of them contain some of the most attractive music I ever heard from Pink.
The instrumentals are mostly superior, like the immediately-pleasant title track that sets the necessary gloomy, "pre-apocalyptic" atmosphere with its gritty synth patterns and Gilmour's patented dentistry, and 'When You're In' that it segues into: the latter, in particular, subdues me with its minimalism, showing that sometimes a pair of three-chord riffs can provide a larger emotional flurry than a solo of six billion lightning-speed notes. And 'Mudmen' features one of the few examples of Gilmour the Dentist soloing that is, you know, great to listen to. Again, essentially just a lot of atmosphere, moody, relaxed atmosphere - but a really really sympathetic atmosphere. Like on More, you know, only less frigged out - more accent on playing than on making sound. Maybe it's the fact that this album was recorded in two weeks time that helps the music so much? Surely they just didn't have time to spoil all of these numbers, to feed them up with dated sound effects? Yeah, that's probably it. They just hastily put together some half-baked (but more than half-brilliant) melodies and pushed them forward without much afterthought. In the process they created a minor and underrated masterpiece.
Yup, you can really see quite a lot of DSOTM traces on here. Take Gilmour's 'Childhood End', for instance. Do you really want to tell me that this song is not based on the same musical (and lyrical, by the way) ideas as 'Time'? Come on now, it even features the same "clock-work" drum pattern in the beginning! And the fascinating 'Wot's... Uh The Deal', with its lyrics about getting old and melody that would fit on DSOTM as easy as anything? I tell you, whoever adores DSOTM and neglects this one is making a fatal mistake. Forget the hype and agree with me that this is, well, maybe not a better, but easily just as good a record. Only without the clocks and the beating heart and the clanging cash registers and the flying beds... get my drift?
Now, of course, there are some misfires on the album, or I would have given it a higher rating. The closing instrumental 'Absolutely Curtains' is way too flaccid for my tastes, and the New Guinea aborigines' singing at the end is a silly extract from the film (something about disillusioned hippies coming to dwell among primitive people, I think; I've never seen it, of course, and I don't have the least desire to look for it) that lasts way too long for it to form a simple forgettable gimmicky coda - instead, it just goes on and on for ages, as if they thought that any fan of Pink Floyd should naturally be a tribal music lover as well. Same goes for Wright's 'Stay', another so-so pop ballad in the vein of 'Summer '68' and even based on the same lyrical subject ('strange' relations between man and woman).
But the other songs, good, uh oh, some even great - they all compensate for that, like 'Burning Bridges' that gives us the pleasure of hearing 'Echoes' reprised once again (and serves as a natural precursor to 'Breathe', too); the hilarious upbeat hard rocker 'The Gold It's In The...'; and a Waters' throwaway called 'Free Four' that might have passed for silly country if not for the ominous synth notes at the end of each phrase and Roger's bitter lament for his dead father, full of hideous death imagery, that stands so glaringly at odds with the lightweight, happy melody. They are not spectacular, of course. There are no DSOTM-like 'climaxes', and the arrangements are often elementary - but I guess that's exactly the reason that makes me like this one so much. The lack of pretension. The lack of universalism. Good, clear guitars. Minimum electronics. And, of course, absolutely no hype or all that 'greatest rock album in the world' stuff. Funny. It's like, you know, a little brother to Dark Side - less proud, less braggart, and less handsome, but just as diligent and laborious.

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DARK SIDE OF THE MOON

Year Of Release: 1973
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 13

Hey, I'm not that stupid to try and make any generalization about this album, at least not in one line of text. Even if it's bold.
Best song: TIME

Tsk, tsk. Here comes the moment you've been waiting all your life - to hear me prattling on the subject of Dark Side Of The Moon. Well, first of all I guess that whoever you are, gentle reader, you already heard this album in its near or full entirety - whether it be CD, tape or (most probably) radiowaves. So I don't think it's necessary to introduce you to the songs. I guess it would also be of no use saying all kind of things everybody said a hundred times - that this is one of the greatest bestsellers, that it introduced a new kind of music, revolutionized all there was to revolutionize, converted millions of fans to Floyd music, etc., etc., etc.
Of course, an album that's rated as high as this one can't help being overrated. You might shrug your shoulders or anything like that, but this is an undeniable fact. The only album that ever comes close in the level of worshipping is Sergeant Pepper, of course, and that's overrated too (I might also name Live At Leeds, but it shares a specific kind of popularity, a much more solid kind - while the former two are the 'official greatest', the Brahma and the Vishnu of the musical press, Leeds' popularity is mainly based on ordinary listeners - I've never heard a single bad opinion about the album. But I digress). So in this here review I'll try to analyse the album's popularity and make some conclusions about why and how much it is really overrated. So as not to lose direction, I'll try to speak separately about (a) lyrics, (b) music and (c) special catches of the album. Okay? Ready?
(a) So, the lyrics. This is maybe the main innovation to the music of Pink Floyd. All of them are written by Waters, and thus the album initiates a period of Waters domination over the band: musically the other members are still there and active, but the lyrical genius is one and only one. Even more important is the fact that these lyrics have nothing to do with typical 'prog lyrics'. They all have their special kind of meaning. Roger is presenting his philosophy of life, trying to express his opinions on all of its uncomfortable sides: schizophrenia and paranoia, time and aging, money and corruption and suchlike. In fact, the album could just as well be called Dark Side Of The Earth, but I guess one more metaphor couldn't hurt. The lyrics are good, and I can't deny the fact. But there's also a very serious flaw about them, a flaw that prohibits me from regarding them as real poetry. Truth is, they resemble a philosophical treatise much more than the outlook of an emotion-full poet. This is not Sir Roger Waters spilling beautiful imagery on us. Rather this is Doctor R. Waters, Ph.D., who has just finished adding rhymes to his latest thesis. Unfortunately, he's no Bob Dylan and often ends up sounding rather banal ('Time'; 'Eclipse') or preachy ('Breathe'). Maybe this was the kind of poetry the world was expecting in 1973: to demonstrate that art rock could be really clever and not just irreasonably pompous. In retrospect, though, I don't see why we should rate this poetry higher than the much more fascinating contemporary lyrics of Pete Townshend or Keith Reid. These dudes managed to be philosophical and poetic at once, although I can see where some people would be slow to appreciate their lyrics as opposed to those of Roger.
(b) The music. The music is great. There are moments on the album that are totally unique, not only for Pink Floyd, but for mankind. The bombastic introduction to 'Time' (the one that goes 'BOOM - BOOM - BOOM - bo-boom-BOOM') is enough to make me take off my hat. The bass line on 'Money' is something special, although I'm sick of hearing praises for that stupid 7/4 time (everybody was using weird time signatures at the time). But on the other hand, behind the hype too many people seem to forget that most of these musical ideas are borrowed from older albums - Meddle and Obscured By Clouds, in particular. Both 'Breathe' and the chorus of 'Time' once again reprise the main theme of 'Echoes'; 'Us And Them' is a 'traditional' Rick Wright keyboard shuffle, even if a little improved; and 'Brain Damage' isn't seriously better than some of the most effective Waters acoustic ballads ('Fearless', for example). Try to understand me: I'm not saying the actual songs on DSOTM aren't good. The only weak tunes for me are the pointless jam 'Any Colour You Like' and the closing 'Eclipse' which is still good (of course, I do not include neither 'Speak To Me' nor 'On The Run' here because they're not songs). What I'm trying to point out is that in no way does the music stand out among the general row of Floyd albums: while some of the tunes are better, some are definitely worse (I far prefer 'Childhood's End' to 'Time' 'cause it's less pretentious and doesn't feature any dentistry). The only serious innovations on here are 'The Great Gig In The Sky' (which is hardly Floyd at all, it's a song that owes its charm to Clare Tory) and yes, the weird tempo of 'Money'. All the other musical innovations were thought of several years earlier. I agree that this album might be the quintessence of these innovations: a tight and compact compendium of all the good things Pink Floyd have thought of for the past three or four years. But that only means that the album is a little more consistent than the previous ones and nothing more. It's no wonder that anybody who starts his Pink Floyd education with this album will treat all or most of the others somewhat more coldly: but if you start from the beginning and listen first to Meddle or even Ummagumma, you won't get such a shock, I tell you.
(c) Now about the special catches. If the lyrics aren't really groundbreaking in the end, and the music was really mostly a rehashment of elder successes, then the catches are what makes this album. I'll admit that the level of jack-in-a-boxery is at an all time high: no previous album boasted such an immaculate production or such a huge load of special effects. Beating hearts, wild laughter, strange maniacal phrases, airplanes exploding, money ringing, clocks ticking, and a symphonic 'Ticket To Ride' at the end (I can't guarantee this one: there really is something vaguely sounding like an orchestra in the background at the end of 'Eclipse', but there's no way I could guess the melody) - all this is enough to convert any unexperienced new-buyer. But this is also my main complaint, you see? The music gets lost behind all these things! And, okay, maybe it's fun to endure 'On The Run' a couple of times, but do you really want to hear that 'do-do-do-do-DO-do-do-do' every time you'd like to relax to the sound of 'Great Gig In The Sky' or 'Us And Them'? Maybe you do. I don't. I know it's supposed to symbolize paranoia, so what? This piece of noise-making doesn't deserve to be placed on this record. Yes, it's a great pleasure to write phrases like 'the wonderful heartbeat on the album lets us know that the music is devoted to human relationship' and suchlike (this is actually a misquotation from Gilmour), but once you've written all that you find out that the only thing these effects do is preventing you from enjoying the music. Of course, this might have been just the plan: 'shut off' the music so that the clocks and cash registers would hide from your eyes the obvious weaknesses of the tunes. The special effects are a mask - a thing that is mistakenly taken for 'art' when in reality it's just a screen masking the lack of truly innovative 'art'.
You might ask, of course, why I'm still giving the album a 9 if all I did was scold it. Okay, apart from the fact that it's not true, I'll apologize by saying that all the critique above serves only to deprive DSOTM of the title '(one of the) greatest rock album ever', just because there's no such thing and there never can be, and even if there was, DSOTM wouldn't be worth it. Apart from that, it's certainly a great album: at one time I was ready to give it a 6, but I guess I was anti-hyped at the moment. To be frank, apart from being bored with most of the special effects and particularly the whole 'On The Run', I don't like 'Any Colour You Like' and some other moments on record ('Money' could be a very good song, but it seems to me that the band preferred to take it as an opportunity to jam, and Gilmour's solos are quite detestable). But 'Time', 'Us And Them', 'Breathe', 'Brain Damage' and especially 'Great Gig In The Sky', with ultra-amazing vocals from guest vocalist Clare Tory, these are terrific songs that quite redeem the bad moments. Still, all the kitsch elements result in my putting on Obscured By Clouds much more often. Too bad. And one final word to the casual listener: don't run ahead so as to raise your voice in the general chorus. Better buy a couple of albums preceding it and a couple of albums following it, have a dozen listens to each one and use your head. Don't idolize it. Be cool. Have a life.

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WISH YOU WERE HERE

Year Of Release: 1975
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 11

A bizarre collection of aimless jams interspersed with revelational moments of beauty on occasion.
Best song: SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMOND (parts I - V)

This is gonna be a tough one, but I'm not gonna leave the battlefield defeated. After all, didn't I just admit that Dark Side really deserves a 9? Well then, I have to confess that I can't give Wish You Were Here more than a 7, much as I'd wish to raise this rating. Yes, I know that the album was almost as huge as its predecessor and still is a 'fan' favourite (especially for those 'fans' who don't know of the existence of any other Floyd albums). But IMHO, there's very little about the album that permits us to regard it on the same level.
Where do I begin with this second mega-monster in the band's history? Well, for starters, there are several moments on here ('moments', I say, not 'songs'), that I utterly admire and that certainly no other band would be able to pull off, not in 1975 at least, when making 'serious' music was already starting to be regarded as an offense against 'good taste'. Unfortunately, these are 'moments', at the best 'periods', just because the songs are so damn long and they never deserve to be that long. It all starts with the incredibly beautiful 'Shine On You Crazy Diamond' - a respectful and worthy tribute to the 'late' Syd Barrett (who actually gave the boys a visit in the studio while they were recording the song, as if by irony: were they really paying tribute to that fattened old guy? Go figure!) The first parts of the song might be one of the most evident epitomes of 'gorgeous beauty' in rock: Gilmour's calculated, but nevertheless inspired guitar notes playing over the moody synth backing perfectly convey the feeling of majesty, sadness and inescapable tragedy that the song's all about. And the lyrics depicting Syd's (or, let us be less concise, 'the Artist's') decline and demise are truly heartfelt - why didn't they record a song like this earlier?
However, the song ends in a rather feeble saxophone solo, and then off we go into loads of moody and atmospheric garbage. Honestly, I don't know how anybody can love 'Welcome To The Machine' and 'Have A Cigar', two of Waters' worst anti-establishment anthems. The elevator noises that are supposed to carry you 'into the machine' usually carry me to the sink, and the whole song is built on dirty electronic gadgets that totally eliminate any cathartic feelings you could have generated during 'Shine On'. Yeah yeah, I know they are supposed to give the impression of the record business industry being similar to a robotic monster, but that gives the song about the same value as a museum exhibit: look at it, listen to it, but God forbid you touch it or use it. How can you be entertained by this crap? Nah. The best thing about the song is probably Waters' lachrymose intonation, and that's no big deal. As for 'Have A Cigar' that's sung by Roy Harper because Dave didn't want to sing it since he didn't like the lyrics (he had a point, too), it's probably okay by any average band standards, but consider it a Pink Floyd highlight? It's just a mid-tempo bluesy tune with nothing that stands out - just your standard rhythm, drums and singing. Kinda like the Gilmour-sung part of 'Time', only weaker because Harper just isn't that expressive, and the lyrics kinda suck.
That leaves us with 'Wish You Were Here' (whose was the atrocious idea to link it to 'Have A Cigar' with that squeaky radio sound?) which is also gruesomely overrated as a song. It's good, but how come it deserves its reputation of one of Floyd's best songs? I could name at least four or five early Waters acoustic tunes that aren't any worse! Maybe it's because of the pretentious lyrics? Could well be, but for me, the best part in the whole song is the charming 'doo-doo-doo' singing near the end. Finally, we reprise 'Shine On You C. D.', and the final parts are also much weaker than the intro. What the hell?
I mean, c'mon, it ain't an unworthy album. But there's an interesting thing that you may discover if you listen to all Floyd albums in chronological order: Wish You Were Here is the first album that shows genuine signs of 'regression', in the sense of 'going backwards', not necessarily 'worsening'. They reached their zenith on Dark Side and just couldn't go any further: neither Gilmour nor Wright were able to contribute new musical or conceptual ideas. So this album, wrought and produced with so much pain and tension over the course of two years, is a stalemate. Curiously enough, it's much more close in sound to Meddle than to anything after it. Come to think of it, quite a few songs and bits of songs are just re-writes of tunes from that album: thus, the main theme of 'Shine On' creates the same mood and has almost the same melody as the main theme on 'Echoes'; 'Have A Cigar' sounds just like the part I called 'boring blues jam' on same 'Echoes'; Part VI of 'Shine On' recreates the bass thumping and dentistry soloing of 'One Of These Days'; and isn't it possible to trace 'Wish You Were Here' to some of the folkish songs on that one, like 'Fearless'? I think it is... Conclusion? Wish You Were Here is but a slightly more sophisticated re-write of Meddle with (consequently) a lot less innovation (if any) and a lot more pretentiousness and preachiness. That would make a 6 (one point less than for Meddle), but I kindly raise it one point just because the album begins on such an incredibly gorgeous note.
Have you ever wondered why this was the last album with any significant contributions by Gilmour and Wright, with Roger stepping in and taking full control over everything after that? No? Because they were exhausted. If Roger had been able to gain total control over the band five years earlier, he'd have done that. He wasn't, because there were lots of ideas in these two pots. This album amply demonstrates that Roger was the only guy with something left to say... (not that everything he said was good, of course)... (let us proceed to Animals and see what happens)...

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