The years when Syd Barrett led the other three boys with his charisma and compositions that made them famous as pioneers of psychedelic music seemed distant, though it had only been 3 years (1968) since his departure. Waters remains the leader, Gilmour grows significantly, the psychedelia mixes with melody, and as the years pass, it will prevail and consecrate the group thanks to a recognizable sound even by those who do not usually listen to them.
"Meddle" can be considered a middle ground between the "old" Pink Floyd and the more "new" and famous ones. The album opens with "One Of These Days," where the bass leads the other instruments throughout the track, using just a few notes but spreading visceral energy to the listener, making one forget that this is the theme for Dribbling for a moment. "A Pillow Of Winds" transforms that energy into tranquility, thanks to the more serene guitar. "Fearless" is a piece that mixes the characteristics of the first two tracks, with an energetic riff by Gilmour and other instruments accompanying it with a sweet melody, undemanding for the listener, and ends with the stadium chants of Liverpool's Hooligans.
"San Tropez" is a gem in the entire production of the group: a "lounge" piece by Waters that deviates from their typical sound, yet remains very pleasant, and the following "Seamus" is a short blues accompanied by a dog's bark. The highlight, however, concludes the album and is the epilogue of their experimental sounds. "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 for little more than twenty-three minutes, traversing the most hidden and unimaginable sides of the world until hearing a choir rise almost as if wanting to mark something solemn about to happen. Instead, everything fades suddenly.
The journey is over: it's time to return to everyday life!
'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.
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.
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.
"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.
Long live carefreeness. Long live freedom. Long live youth and long live the first joint under the balcony on a rainy night.
One day, your children will ask if magic exists. And you will let them hear this echo. They will never forget it.