Seriously, who gives a flying fart about snooker any more? It was fine in the 80s, on a fat cathode ray tube when it was raining all the time and the only thing on the radio was the feckin’ Smiths, but these days? Really? All damn evening FFS? Two ugly blokes I’ve never heard of, who probably haven’t got a single Magma album between them (or even know who they are) potting reds and sweating profusely? Give me a break. On the other hand, don’t. Roll on Springwatch.
Pink Floyd. Another for the Tumbleweed Collection?
The Pink Fluid, live in Amsterdam, 1972.
Pink Floyd – pastoral versus angry
While discussing the Rolling Stone “magazine” prog debacle (below), a mini thread on the Floyd opened up, as these things are wont to do – nearly turned into a “best album” debate, so I thought I’d throwaway log on that particular fire.
Not much interest expressed in what I would call the “pastoral” Floyd, eg, the other side of Atom Heart Mother; big chunks of the “More” soundtrack; Granchester Meadows, etc – when I started listening to them, these were at least as important as big progressive pieces like Echoes – and I would still rate songs like Cirrus Minor and Fat Old Sun very highly.
“The big three”? DSOTM and WYWH – fair enough: but The Wall just turns me off these days (the live show was a whole different ballgame, I’ll admit). Final Cut – I almost approach it like a different band, although I appreciate it a lot more now than I did when it came out. Animals? As brilliant now as it was then and as angry as Anderson.
But, given the choice these days, I’d rather listen to Meddle – truly classic Floyd. Anyone got any love for Ummagumma?