Love 'em or hate 'em, you can't address rock and roll without acknowledging the big pink. Yes The Wall is grandiose. Yes Dark Side sgots somethins special about it. But I don't really love Pink Floyd, It's just that some of their songs, namely the little acoustic ditties, send major shivers down me spine.
Pigs on the Wing, the opener of my favorite Floyd album, because it has heaps of guitars, Animals, is the reason why Floyd is so universally beloved. Yes, that's right, the simplest acoustic, near monotone song, with a better than average arrangement but still nothing too special, is actually the microcosm for the majesty of Floyd. Why? I don't know, because I love it that's why.
And because it is a trick. Imagine the studio hours that Floyd put in making their albums. So dense, so complex, so painstakingly arranged. Then just picture Roger Waters sitting in the corner of the studio humming the melody to Pigs on the Wing. Yeah, we'll just put this one on the next album, no don't dress it up, no just one take will do.
It has no electronics. It is not avant-garde or experimental. But it is spooky. Waters' voice is harrowing, like the voice of a dead man, a tape left behind for somebody to listen to after a suicide. But in its total straightforward simplicity, it still sounds scarily original and universal.
(On the album, there is no electric guitar solo, and the song is chopped in two. But the video that goes with the youtube vid sure be perty)
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