Pink Floyd - A Saucerful of Secrets (Columbia 1968)
Genre: Psychedelic Rock
This is not a proper review, there are plenty out there (perhaps too many) it is a memory, an act of love towards a truly legendary album. I placed it back on the (virtual) turntable of my stereo, slowly I savored again its wonder and grandeur, and mentally recalled its passages and inventions. Yes, it's true, the dark experiments of the first album have softened and the sounds are beginning to have that sweet flavor that will characterize their future production, but the magic is the same and some tracks will remain among the most beautiful ever created by the band.
Syd Barrett, the great master of their debut, took a cursed and hallucinated path, appears on only one track, David Gilmour, with his still timid guitar, slowly takes his place, ferrying Barrett's surrealism into a softer and less edgy territory.
If someone asked me: "So do you prefer the first or the second Pink Floyd album?", it would bring back to mind that absurd question they used to ask me as a child: "Do you love mom or dad more?".
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