Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Pink Floyd: Meddle

Meddle

Best song: Echoes, what else?

Worst song: Seamus

Overall grade: 5

(I’m gonna speed up on the Floyd reviews a little because I’d like to have The Wall reviewed before I go off to see Roger Waters perform it on September 14. Which is only a month away, so it looks like I’ll be speeding up a lot. We’ll see.)

Ever heard an album where one side is absolutely outstanding, a complete work of genius, and you can’t get enough of it, and the other side is sorta lacklustre and a complete letdown in comparison? Ever wonder why the good and bad music on one of these albums isn’t more evenly spaced so as not to be so top/bottom-heavy? Well, on the second count at least, this one is excused, because the work of genius is one complete extended piece running over the whole of the second side. Anyone who’s read my piece on sidelongs will know that this one, ‘Echoes’, is actually one of my three favourite songs of all time, so the album it comes from really should score at least a 6, but I can’t bring myself to get excited about most of side one at all.
The sole exception is opener ‘One Of These Days’. It’s the only Floyd song ever to feature Nick Mason take lead vocals, and unrelated, it’s also an instrumental. (That joke never fails to amuse me.) Incorporating hard rock and psychedelia, it uses twin basses and drums to create a harsh, aggressive atmosphere that delightfully torments the listener for five minutes, giving them high hopes for what’s to come.
Hopes are crushed, though, as ‘A Pillow of Winds’ comes in. Roger was clearly getting bored with the whole acoustic folk thing, as this one’s dull and lifeless without any of the lyrical imagery of earlier equivalents. ‘Fearless’ is an attempt at a power ballad that has none of what singles Pink Floyd out from bland radio music, except for that annoying ‘You’ll never walk alone’ chant at the end. ‘San Tropez’ is an essentially pointless foray into the world of lounge jazz with some of the world’s most boring keyboard parts and ‘Seamus’ is just pathetic. The fact that they tried to get a dog to sing a song really shows that they were at a loss for new material.
But then comes the treat, the exquisite fudge cake after the mundane spaghetti bolognese. I’m one of those hipsters who doesn’t think this band ever topped ‘Echoes’. Maybe on some level they agreed with me – it’s certainly telling that they never attempted another sidelong after this. And it shouldn’t be as truly astounding as it is. The four of them didn’t have that much technical skill, training or even experience to work with, yet they managed to pool the talents they did have and come up with this, and that just makes the finished product even more of an achievement.
Much of the middle section of the piece is based around sound effects, something the Floyd are skilled at incorporating into their music. Most of them are sea-related; birds, wind, whales, a submarine, and, yes, echoes, all of which make the track feel open, spacious and free. But there are some shrieks which give the song a darker edge – a sea casualty, perhaps? These water references carry through into the lyrics, which are also the first of Waters’ musings on the human condition, and their combination of abstract and intent make them really quite beautiful: ‘And no-one showed us to the land and no-one knows the wheres or whys/And something stirs and something tries and starts to climb towards the light’. But Rick Wright is the member who truly shines on his piece, from his ‘ping!’s at the beginning of the song that always send a shiver down my spine to his marvellous organ solo that appears just before the final vocal part. Honestly, this song includes every style of music they have covered and would cover(except for disco and 80s synth-pop, but they’d feel a bit out of place, no?), it’s the perfect balance of melodic and experimental and listening to it engages both the head and the heart. The input ingredients are simple, but the output will make your breath catch in your throat.

Has anyone ever noticed that all the bad songs on this album are fluffy, positive songs? Clearly, endless negativity and cynicism was always destined to be the place where Roger would shine. And now, with this album of extremes safely out of the way, it wouldn’t be too long until he’d realise that too…

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