UK, 1971, progressive rock
You can really hear on this album the direction they’re about to take with The Dark Side of the Moon. Of course, this is exemplified in the concert documentary film, Pink Floyd: Live at Pompeii, a must-see for any Floyd fan. “Eiderdown” is the perfect word that evokes the feeling of the second track of this album. Actually, I’ve heard the word “eiderdown” come up on other songs in my collection, but I can’t place them right now. Anyway, it’s a good word. It seems to be one often associated with psychedelia. I guess there are good trips, and then there are better trips. There’s something so soothing about this album, like the chord progression of “Fearless”. I think it could calm down the most manic personality. Apparently this album separates Floyd fans into two groups: those who like psychedelic Floyd and those who like prog Floyd. And never the twain shall meet? Well, they meet in me, because I adore this album. I rate it right up there with the band’s early psych and latter prog. This isn’t the first time and it probably won’t be the last time I say this, but 1971 was a magical year that’s never been matched. This album is part of the reason why. Of course there are better albums from other years, but overall, if I could listen to music from only one year for the rest of my life, I’d have to go with 1971. Finally, the last track, “Echoes”: the band really comes together here. It’s got that epic length like many prog rock classics, but it’s not dominated by either Rogers or Gilmour. Everyone’s playing together perfectly here.