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THE REVIEW
"Ice Cream Excuse Me, I've Seen You Lookin' Good The Other Evening..." - [I Love You].
You’ve gone mad. You finally did it. All those strange nightly encounters with a variety of substances. Valium. Alcohol and Roypnol. LSD. Hallucinogens, sleeping pills, opiates. You even abuse Vivin C. And now... madness. No, not a simple dissociative disorder. No. It's precisely a crazy vein pulsating in your brain.
You find that living in the countryside isn't all that bad. Chickens, feed, hot broth for lunch, and crickets at night. Crap like that. You're fat, bald, and live with your mother in a God-forsaken nowhere. You gaze into the lake of piss that your golden retriever creates on the lawn every morning and your mind travels back to 1970. To when, precisely, you ignited a spark amidst a growing darkness.
Here it is, the super Rewind: you are sane (well, at least more than now...), beautiful, damned, with bushy hair, a hint of eyeliner under your eyes, and you've just left one of the most important bands in history.
You play without rules and keep thinking that your guitar on "Here I Go" is pretty out of tune. Someone, in the future, will think it’s some strange seventh chord and that you're a genius. No no... it's really out of tune. You already know that many will rob you, plundering your moist mind with abandon. No one will name you in interviews because "it's not cool" to cite a crazy man with persecution delusions as a source of inspiration. You will be one of the most beautiful secrets kept hidden by musicians with long hair and unkempt beards. You stare at the sound engineer who, in turn, stares at you motionlessly from the other side of the glass. You look at the lighter on the ground and already know you’ll use it as a slide finger in "Late Night," because you forgot the real one at home. Or rather no... you'll do it because you're a genius and the people present tonight in this smoky little room are beginning to realize it, even now. For once, you'll show that four-eyed Lennon who the real demented megalomaniac is. You are the most suffocating spark at this precise moment. You are the walrus. You are "The Walrus." And yet, that guitar is really out of tune. You go off-key as never before several times, and in "If It's In You," everything stops. The deep voice of one of the producers fills the padded room with pyramids and states that "Everything's fine...perfect. It was Great."
It's four in the morning, and you haven't slept for three days. Gilmour and Waters keep staring at you. You understand everything. They’re mad too. Full of hydrogen hyperspace. Stoned and unaware. Asleep with eyes open in front of the fascinating and asymmetrical sound sculpture that is taking shape. Stop.
Fast Forward: rural countryside, silence, chickens. Your dog has finished pissing. It's time to crawl back under the covers to keep hiding from it all.
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The review reflects on Syd Barrett's solitary and troubled state during the recording of The Madcap Laughs. It highlights his raw, untamed creativity and the album’s off-key charm, emphasizing its lasting impact despite Barrett’s struggles. The rural isolation and haunting atmosphere surrounding the music reinforce the sense of genius intertwined with madness.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
Syd Barrett
Syd Barrett (Roger Keith Barrett) was an English singer-songwriter and guitarist, best known as a founding member and early creative force of Pink Floyd. After leaving the band amid worsening mental health, he released two solo albums in 1970 (“The Madcap Laughs” and “Barrett”) and later became the subject of extensive posthumous/archival releases.22 Reviews
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By .ZoSo.
The Madcap Laughs is a completely naked and raw work, a snapshot of Barrett’s mind, sometimes romantic and poetic and other times desperate and pessimistic.
Amid insecurities, euphoria, and despair, Syd managed to create a true masterpiece. A different masterpiece, more introspective, but still unique.
By endriu
Syd did not want to expose himself to the public, didn’t want to become a VIP or be constantly in the spotlight; he just wanted to tell his rhymes with his guitar to people.
The Madcap Laughs is much more suited to Syd’s personality, free to roam to distant places with his acoustic guitar, without a necessarily full-bodied accompaniment.
By Valeriorivoli
Madcap Laughs is the psychotic diary of an artist on a no-return journey within himself.
To be listened to in all its genuine madness on foggy and gloomy days, hoping for a sunny dawn to dispel the ghosts.
By gluca1985
"The songs on 'The Madcap Laughs' are in continuous evolution, suspended in a dimension accessible only to Barrett."
"He gifts us not an album but rather a piece of himself, a snapshot of his life."
By luludia
I want to live here, in this magic bubble, in this limping and crooked grace.
The songs from 'Madcap' were for me the luminous appearance of something I didn’t think existed, a stripped-down and lazy, amateurish and childlike music, capable, like few others, of caressing the heart and soul.
