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THE REVIEW
Strong wind blowing. And you, lying in the sun on a deserted beach. You're the only living soul for miles around. And you've pissed someone off. Big time. One of these days, you'll be cut to pieces. But not now, not now. So relax and enjoy the galloping charge of a frenzied bass, a guitar cranked up to the max... time is money. With the paycheck you get in this state (which state?) of misery, you've got little time. Very little. But there's no time for complaints. You've grown up, you're mature. You're yourself. And the only thing that matters is living... long live carefreeness. Long live freedom. Long live youth and long live the first joint under the balcony on a rainy night. Do you remember your first joint?
Do you remember love? the sweet sigh that made your heart drop below your diaphragm?
Do you still remember? This strong wind blowing that keeps brushing your hair in front of your eyes seems perfect. A blend to remember everything. The air is charged with something
special. Love... that distant, almost unreachable love. Love, and nothing else.
And the candle dies...
You're a true lionheart. You're not afraid of anything. The wind keeps blowing... something different is approaching. You feel it. Meanwhile, the guitar plays without ever falling into banality. And the beach is still empty. Everything seems unreal. It feels like a dream... stadium chants?
"You'll never walk alone..."
Houston, we have a little, tiny problem...
Ah, so this is where you are. Saint Tropez... or maybe not?
Anyway, the place doesn't matter. Just don't be afraid.
Just feel this desire to live. Just live this life, let it flow slowly.
Be happy to breathe seaside air... be happy, and demand nothing more.
A dog barks. Seamus! But how? Don't you know Seamus? Ignorant!
The atmosphere doesn't change at all... "Everything is green and submarine..."
Then, the noisy silence. After that, a note. Sharp. It repeats.
It slips between your ribs and pierces the heart. An acoustic landscape (it's the towel on which you're lying as you contemplate an albatross flying towards the horizon) accompanies everything in a calm, deep, simple yet magical way. Magical. Exactly. One day, your children will ask if magic exists. And you will let them hear this echo. They will never forget it.
Two voices intersect, follow each other, and intertwine. They tell a story.
They demand nothing, they don't put on airs. They just want to tell.
Two quick glances meet by sheer chance. The street is teeming with people.
To the beach. The funky part starts, the crazy one, the legendary one. Yes, that one. You swim in the sea, without worrying about sharks. Sharks in Saint Tropez? Come on...
Then, the wind. The wind has returned. Be happy. The albatross sings its song. From afar comes an echo... then the voices return. They finish the story. You keep swimming, with a smile.
And shipwrecking is sweet for you in this sea.
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Summary by Bot
This poetic review captures the essence of Pink Floyd's Meddle as a vivid, emotional journey. It highlights themes of youth, freedom, and magic, woven through psychedelic soundscapes and memorable acoustic moments. The album evokes strong nostalgia and timeless storytelling that remains impactful across generations.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd formed in London in 1965 and became a defining force in psychedelic and progressive rock. The classic lineage spans Syd Barrett’s founding vision, Roger Waters’ conceptual leadership, Richard Wright’s harmonic textures, Nick Mason’s pulse, and David Gilmour’s arrival in 1968, shaping their signature sound.237 Reviews
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By zuckina
'Echoes' is a suite of more than twenty minutes, and on its own would be enough to elevate Meddle to the level of a masterpiece.
There is a melody that continues to be played, again and again, and at the same time it rises to higher frequencies, almost imperceptibly, and reaches nowhere. So is the Echoes chorus at the end.
By Torre Ste
"One Of These Days" spreads visceral energy to the listener, making one forget that this is the theme for Dribbling for a moment.
"Echoes" is a classic Pink Floyd suite to be listened to in the dark with closed eyes, freeing the mind from thoughts and letting oneself be carried away by the notes far from the real world.
By FLOYDMAN
Water, 'Water was the perfect subject for this album'… it is changeable yet constant and controllable, in some ways even varied and different.
'Echoes' represents the best sound symphony of Pink Floyd: an advanced stage, another step… toward the Dark Side of the Moon.
By Breus
Meddle puzzled the growing crowd of fans back then, who...did not expect an excursion into blues and intimate ballads.
'Echoes' remains in the collective imagination a masterpiece, never inflated and never abused, whether for its length, or for its substantial indivisibility.
By Valeriorivoli
"One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces," is more than a phrase—it's a furious threat transformed into psychedelic art.
Pink works just when you put earplugs in for mumps and decontextualize them into an adjective... like listen to this piece it doesn't sound a bit old pink.
