Animals, 1977.
This album is certainly not the best of Pink Floyd, but in my opinion, it is the work that most allows Gilmour, Wright, and Mason freedom as musicians, where an angry yet determined Waters delivers lyrics that seem like cries of protest against those who pretend not to hear.
In this album, the bassist classifies people into three different species:
Pigs On the Wing is a single song used as both the opening and closing, where, in a way, it leaves a mark of hope for the listener.
Many claim that this record is not at the same level as the previous ones or The Wall, but I believe that here are the true Pink Floyd, those Pink Floyd who, already hailed as masters of psychedelic rock, freely unleash their genius even if at times the musical ideas are not particularly catchy.
An inexhaustible mine of emotions. With each listen, new nuggets that shine in our hands.
The reference to Orwellian allegory is immediate. Dogs, pigs, or sheep.
The beloved sound masters unleashed their most aggressive, hostile, and frightening album, the third piece of the trilogy on the squalor of the human condition: Animals.
I don’t think there is an album that better depicts the characteristics of the human race; the powerful, the sycophants, the ignored and blind masses.
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
We are in front of those pieces that will never bore, not even on the millionth listen.
Dear Roger, you are the Goliath defeated by a timeless David...
"Animals is nihilism, pessimism, it is Punk disguised as luxurious rock."
"Waters' cosmic pessimism leads him to create this concept that divides men into pigs, dogs, and sheep."