Pink Floyd
The Dark Side of the Moon

THE REVIEW

THIS IS NOT A REPEAT!! 

 It just wants to be a review, finally truthful, of what, without any reason, in my opinion, has been considered for decades as the symbol of Western evolved music in general.

Well, what can I say to introduce such a thing, which I find myself holding and listening to more and more attentively over time, in the (vain) attempt to make sense of what 90% of "music connoisseurs" claim? I can only hypothesize about such dispassionate involvement - or morbidly passionate, you judge for yourselves - in a work - and, more generally, in a group - fundamentally lacking - and therefore, lacking - all the necessary elements for the artist/artwork symbiosis: the Pink Floyd were a psychedelic group born in a psychedelic era, in which the first thought of 90% (oh! look at the coincidences!) of those who "lived life" was to get high on smoke and acids, perhaps accompanying various daily actions with music written and played by those primarily engaged in the same occupations... appreciating them not so much as musicians, but as people to idolize and imitate. A bit like what happens, if I may say so, in pseudo-genres like psychedelia in general and reggae.

As for the Pink, well, albums such as UmmaGumma or Obscured By Clouds (is it called that?) cannot be considered fully musical works, deriving mainly from the overlap and patchwork of various sounds, from animal noises to shattered glasses, more or less senseless screams, up to people peeing... That should suffice to describe to an outside observer the "art" that these English lads wanted to feed the audience, eager for experiments which, however, continued to spill far beyond the purely musical scope, making Pink-made albums indeed 360-degrees, but this should be better understood as unhealthy representations of life, of exceedingly forced symbolism - in reality, there is no symbolism, don't know why people strive to find it there... -, representations well aware and directed at an ignorant audience.

Returning to the album in question, what to say about the mediocre melody of "Speak to Me/ Breathe in the Air", the banality of a singing directed at very absent-minded teenagers, ready to be carried away even by the sound of the fridge? And of the total lack of sense of the electronic-chaotic "On the Run", perhaps the worst instrumental piece ever recorded, considering the costs involved? (?)

"Time", which opens with that much-praised pandemonium of alarms and clocks, turns out to be the nicest song of the entire batch, yet suddenly descends into the absurdity of resuming "Speak to Me...".

It's incredible, and sad, how much a piece completely devoid of grace as "The Great Gig in the Sky" can be praised, in which, to a few notes variously reprised from "Speak to Me..." and "Time" (YES! IT'S TRUE!) overlays a clumsy as uncreative female scream, which one wonders what sensations it sought to convey in the minds of Gilmour and company.

Pointless to talk about the useless "Money", a jazz-funky-junkie-dunkie in search of experiments based on cash registers (!) and riffs guided by a bass worthy of rap, surrounded by an acute vocal tone utterly out of place, playful, silly, goofy... The lyrics, on the other hand, turn out to be the greatest contradiction in the band's entire history - and, in parallel, the most significant declaration of the pettiness and falsehood of their entire life and career.

I won’t dwell any longer on describing other futile, insipid tracks from the drawer of some die-hard rocker-smoker-dancing-bear, except to cite the most overused and poorly constructed phrase in the history of music - oh, I was wrong, this does not belong in the MUSIC category -:

Bah, there's nothing more to say... This phrase speaks for itself, in its total lack of creativity, clinging to idiotic loopholes as much as the dreadlocks of kids ready to judge a compact disc representing light diffracted by a Newtonian spectrum an "artwork," the "best," the "most indispensable."

Bye, and until next time. For a new de-review of a reviewable album.