You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep with one eye open, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, downwind and out of sight.
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and a firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
You have
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.
An angry yet determined Waters delivers lyrics that seem like cries of protest against those who pretend not to hear.
Here are the true Pink Floyd, those Pink Floyd who freely unleash their genius even if at times the musical ideas are not particularly catchy.
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.
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."