Genesis: Entangled

Genesis: Dancing with the Moonlit Knight (Selling England by the Pound)

For Gideon (George) Osborne, asshole that he may well be/most likely is:

Interviews with the band, regarding the album of the same name:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8Kzk20WL3k
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aSkZyxMS8c
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFjuVihKZcY


* No references to the Grocer intended.  I'd make that explicit if I wanted to reference said individual.

To Clarify And/Or Confuse

Just magical.

Genesis: The Return of the Giant Hogweed

As part of my continuing effort to ignore headlines....

Genesis: Blood on the Rooftops

Could make the same comment infinitely regarding official videos...

But seems like maybe this is the way huge monopolistic corporate entities want to be represented ?

Genesis: Fountain of Salmacis

So, this came up on the shuffle, and...I just can't resist.  And, apparently there is a live teevee performance on YouTube, purportedly from Belgian TV.  But, of course, the audio sucks...so we'll put that below the fold.  Oh G-d, do I love this shit.

Live Performance:

Genesis: Land of Confusion

Genesis: The Knife

Nah, that didn't quite do it.  We've gotta go for the Gabriel era after all.  I know...this.....

Some of you are going to die; Martyrs of course, to the freedom that I shall provide...

Genesis: Domino

But no, I can't leave it there.  Gotta do Genesis, post-Gabriel era.  But nothing remotely...pop.  First track occurred to me...

Blood on the windows
Millions of ordinary people are there
They gaze at the scenery
They act as if it is perfectly clear
Take a look at the mountains
Take a look at the beautiful river of blood

The liquid surrounds me
I fight to rise from this river of hell
I stare 'round about me
And children are swimming and playing with boats
Their features are changing
Their bodies dissolve, and I am alone

Now see what you've gone and done
Now see what you've gone and done

Wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream (Animals, 1977)

If I had to pick one album by Pink Floyd as my favourite, Animals would probably be it. It's certainly in the top three with Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall.  This is Pink Floyd ten years

on from The Piper at the Gates of Dawn, a Pink Floyd that had stumbled a little with uneven albums such as Ummagumma and Atom Heart Mother, only to find themselves ever more popular and famous with the release of The Dark Side of the Moon, and having subsequently to live in its shadow.  This is also Floyd in the age of Punk, a band probably eager to prove their relevance with a new more electronic sound and lyrics that reflected the political and social realities of the time.  This is the Pink Floyd that would crash out two years later with The Wall, a double disc epic that ended the Roger Waters era of Pink Floyd on a high much as The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway did for the Peter Gabriel era of Genesis.

Whilst much of Floyd's more ah-hippieish work hasn't dated all that well, the darker, more reflective, and the more politically incisive songs have stood the test of time quite well.  Thinking Welcome to the Machine here, Time, Money, and the like.  And this album has those same sort of attributes condensed into a perfect whole, one that really should be listened to in a single hearing.  It slows and builds up again with the (most played by radio) track Pigs (Three Different Ones), only to reach a crescendo in the manic and lyrically cutting Sheep:

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air

You better watch out

There may be dogs about

I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen

Things are not what they seem

What do you get for pretending the danger's not real ?

Meek and obedient you follow the leader

Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel

What a surprise !

A look of terminal shock in your eyes

Now things are really what they seem

No, this is no bad dream

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want

He makes me down to lie

Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by

With bright knives He releaseth my soul

He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places

He converteth me to lamb cutlets

For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger

When cometh the day we lowly ones

Through quiet reflection, and great dedication

Master the art of karate

Lo, we shall rise up

And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water

Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream

Wave upon wave of demented avengers

March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream

Have you heard the news ?

The dogs are dead !

You better stay home and do as you're told

Get out of the road if you want to grow old

-- Roger Waters

The metaphor in the album of people as Pigs, Dogs, or Sheep, loosely inspired by Animal Farm is a simple one, but one that resonates to this day, as a minority of us amass ever more obscene levels of wealth and power, the Dogs of the world fight viciously for what wealth and privilege they can, and the majorities live meekly in denial and willful ignorance of their increasingly vulnerable serf-like place in society.  What do you get for pretending the danger's not real indeed ?