In 1975 came their 9th studio album
a sonic piece of architecture
abstract forms balanced against
ornate musical structures
propulsive with pulsing bass lines and looped
synthesiser patterns
multitrack construction
rising up out of a creative funk
a momentary failure of the imagination
at the Abby Road studios.
Acoustic and electric guitar tracks
pin-pricked sharp, echoing out across
introspective lyrics from
a psychedelic 60's prog rock band
contending with global fame and the LA music hucksters
fat cats chewing on cigars
driving in their Jaguars through
the sunshine and spaced out soundscapes
music that
ignited countless bedroom bongs
segueing seamlessly into itself
expressing disillusionment
in plastic commercialism
after making the big time
combined with an emotional tribute
an ode to one of their founding members
the Crazy Diamond in question
the prototypical acid casualty
self-ejected from the spotlight
by his own paranoia and rumoured mental illness
a breakdown seven years prior
now a broken man with eyes like black holes
in the sky
while
Rodger worked on increasingly higher concept albums
further demonstrating higher contempt of the record executives
over at Capital Records
flaunting his demons
while a stuntman
standing in front of sound stage 20
in a polyester
three-prince suit
burst into flames.
Reoccurring themes abound
abuse of power, time, war and the burden of being a rock star
the isolation of modern life
squeezed through a cheap transistor radio
synthetic and highly processed
while altogether
organic and human
lost connection
with others
with yourself
in the Machine
year after year
lost souls
swimming in fish bowl.
Many prefer the Dark Side of The Moon
or later
The Wall
which is much heavier
on the therapy and the angst
but I liked this album
because of it's personal connection
and it's pathos
44 minutes divided up into
five songs
of varying length
first discovered on TDK cassette tape
in your grandfather's music collection
among all the other music of the day
(good and bad)
owned briefly on dusty vinyl
forgotten about for a number of years
as musical taste changed
but found again
enjoyed loud
on sunny days.
I hope you enjoy!
a sonic piece of architecture
abstract forms balanced against
ornate musical structures
propulsive with pulsing bass lines and looped
synthesiser patterns
multitrack construction
rising up out of a creative funk
a momentary failure of the imagination
at the Abby Road studios.
Acoustic and electric guitar tracks
pin-pricked sharp, echoing out across
introspective lyrics from
a psychedelic 60's prog rock band
contending with global fame and the LA music hucksters
fat cats chewing on cigars
driving in their Jaguars through
the sunshine and spaced out soundscapes
music that
ignited countless bedroom bongs
segueing seamlessly into itself
expressing disillusionment
in plastic commercialism
after making the big time
combined with an emotional tribute
an ode to one of their founding members
the Crazy Diamond in question
the prototypical acid casualty
self-ejected from the spotlight
by his own paranoia and rumoured mental illness
a breakdown seven years prior
now a broken man with eyes like black holes
in the sky
while
Rodger worked on increasingly higher concept albums
further demonstrating higher contempt of the record executives
over at Capital Records
flaunting his demons
while a stuntman
standing in front of sound stage 20
in a polyester
three-prince suit
burst into flames.
Reoccurring themes abound
abuse of power, time, war and the burden of being a rock star
the isolation of modern life
squeezed through a cheap transistor radio
synthetic and highly processed
while altogether
organic and human
lost connection
with others
with yourself
in the Machine
year after year
lost souls
swimming in fish bowl.
Many prefer the Dark Side of The Moon
or later
The Wall
which is much heavier
on the therapy and the angst
but I liked this album
because of it's personal connection
and it's pathos
44 minutes divided up into
five songs
of varying length
first discovered on TDK cassette tape
in your grandfather's music collection
among all the other music of the day
(good and bad)
owned briefly on dusty vinyl
forgotten about for a number of years
as musical taste changed
but found again
enjoyed loud
on sunny days.
I hope you enjoy!
