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THE REVIEW
This piece is called “non importa” and it talks about the blues of the little orchestra, a song by Syd Barrett.
Syd Barrett was the coolest of them all and this is the only thing I feel I must say about him. Regarding the blues of the little orchestra, imagine (in order of appearance):
A melancholic pianola melody, uncertain and ragged... a faint voice...
The slight revival in a marching rhythm... the magnificent and incongruous fanfare of strange brass band sounds...
The dark and menacing burst of free Floydian noises...
Finally, the return of the melody with the voice that seems to vibrate with a subtle and macabre mystical ecstasy...
The core, of course, is all in that metaphysical trembling of the pianola, at the beginning and the end... Where nothing is still, open eyes wander like fireflies and closed eyes make of that wandering a trembling melody too...
And the core is also that faint voice that warns us from the start that it's not there... It says something like "I feel obliged to inform you that I am not here"...
Ah, it's all this that is the blues of the little orchestra. By the way, not a bad title, right?
"What should the little orchestra play, Syd?"
"Non importa..."
"What do you mean, non importa?"
NON IMPORTA.
And that non importa I like. I like it a lot...
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This review highlights Syd Barrett's unique and haunting contribution to Pink Floyd with 'Jugband Blues.' The song is described as a melancholic blend of pianola melodies, bizarre brass fanfares, and psychedelic noises. It captures a mystical and metaphysical atmosphere, centered on a faint, elusive voice and surreal sounds. The reviewer admires the song's enigmatic charm and poetic mood, emphasizing its emotional depth.
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Pink Floyd are an English rock band formed in Cambridge in 1965, known for pioneering progressive and psychedelic rock and for landmark albums such as The Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here and The Wall.236 Reviews
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