Honor and credit to Norman Smith, the producer of a band, who never, ever (WELL, YOU CAN'T SAY THAT FOR SURE), no one else would have had the guts to bring to light. We’re talking about one of the most well-known bands (BETTER: THE MOST KNOWN) in the whole world, a band that will remain etched in history, which in turn cannot help but remember; I’m talking about a band that gave birth (INVENTION OR GENIUS INNOVATION OF THE SOUND OF THE 13th Floor Elevators? I’M GOOD WITH BOTH) to the psychedelic genre, which created an infinity of brand new melodies, disturbing sounds, anxious, with a spatial appearance, that during the listening enter your body, and captivate you in the vastness of the album's atmosphere. (AND IT IS JUST LIKE THAT).
This is an album that should be savored in the dark, because you shouldn't see anything except the imagination that "A Saucerful Of Secrets" gives you (AND FROM HERE YOU FORCED ME TO LISTEN TO IT NOW AS I WRITE). This masterpiece opens with "Let There Be More Light", brought up by the irreplaceable Roger Waters who brings to life his mysterious and overwhelming bass that covers the entire album; in this piece, Waters sings in a way I would describe as maccheronico, a bit broken and very charming, and he will undoubtedly astonish us (DO YOU HAVE DOUBTS?) with the final guitar solo, credit to Gilmour, accompanied by spacey melodies. The truly authentic pieces, and more representative of the album are "Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun", and "A Saucerful Of Secrets". The first astonishing piece digs into your soul, giving you a feeling of high, and it will feel like you’re in your own world (WHEN I LISTEN TO IT I FEEL LIKE I'M IN POMPEII CRAP :DDDDDDDDDDD); it has unique, visionary melodies, and after listening to it I thought that to create a song like this, there must have been a bit of madness in the Pink Floyd...(=ART) furthermore, Roger Waters' voice is insatiable. In the second piece, here is the spirit and essence of the album, which indeed gives the title to the album itself (YES, IT'S ACTUALLY THE ONE GIVING THE NAME), this track is a continuous discovery after another, the multitude of moody, anxious sounds seems almost like the soundtrack to a horror movie, during which astronauts are visiting the moon, and realize they’re surrounded by extraterrestrials, who will take over, and for our part, it will be the end (HELP, I'VE LOST MYSELF IN POMPEII). Finally, the single that will conclude the album, straying from the Psychedelic genre (?), is "Jugband Blues", composed by Barrett (AND HERE I’M MISSING A "T", DAMN IT); I don’t like it (!!!!!!!!!), but I certainly couldn’t overlook it, because although it sounds almost like a band song (?), with noisy trumpets that don’t fit much with the genre (I REMAIN) of the album, it still falls within the irreplaceable peculiarity, uniqueness, and originality of the Pink Floyd.
P.S.: Why smoke weed or all that (THEN TELL ME WHAT IS MORE) that falls into this realm?? First of all, because they did it too, and then for an infinite series of reasons (try it to understand them). I really liked the review, it says the essential perfectly and hits the mark entirely. You deserve the utmost, if it weren't for that missing T in Barrett's last name! Also, I read in this review the first INTELLIGENT post by POLETTI! But who would have ever told me that tonight, while browsing through the reviews, I would find something like this! GREAT POLETTI!
