Stereo Review: The Dark Side of the Moon Review
Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 12:25 amThis record review, of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon, was published in the August 1973 issue of Stereo Review Magazine. The reviewer was a fellow named Joel Vance.
Here, without comment
:
PINK FLOYD: The Dark Side of the Moon.
Pink Floyd (vocals and instrumentals). Speak
to Me; Breathe; On the Run: Time; The
Great Gig in the Sky; Money; and four
others. HARVEST SMAS 11163 $4.98,
8XW 11163 $6.98, © 4XW 11163 $6.98.
Performance: Etoain shrdlu and all that
Recording: Good
It is difficult to comment on Pink Floyd as a
band playing music: generally they don't.
They wallow in technology. One of their album
covers showed all their equipment laid
out in a doily design, but it looked like the incidental
impedimenta of a panzer division.
In between the huffings and puffings
(electronic) on this album (plus the cosmic
giggles, Arp-synthesizer Bronx cheers, and
something that sounds like a man suddenly
waking up and remembering he has tied a pillowcase
over his head), there are some comatose
vocals. The whole thing -and this is not
a knock -would make an excellent score for a
horror movie (in black and white, like Night
of the Living Dead).
I suppose I am an old fudge, but I think this
group has never equaled its early single, Arnold
Layne, which, as far as I know (mark this
down), was the first rock-and-roll song about
a transvestite. J.V.
Here, without comment
:PINK FLOYD: The Dark Side of the Moon.
Pink Floyd (vocals and instrumentals). Speak
to Me; Breathe; On the Run: Time; The
Great Gig in the Sky; Money; and four
others. HARVEST SMAS 11163 $4.98,
8XW 11163 $6.98, © 4XW 11163 $6.98.
Performance: Etoain shrdlu and all that
Recording: Good
It is difficult to comment on Pink Floyd as a
band playing music: generally they don't.
They wallow in technology. One of their album
covers showed all their equipment laid
out in a doily design, but it looked like the incidental
impedimenta of a panzer division.
In between the huffings and puffings
(electronic) on this album (plus the cosmic
giggles, Arp-synthesizer Bronx cheers, and
something that sounds like a man suddenly
waking up and remembering he has tied a pillowcase
over his head), there are some comatose
vocals. The whole thing -and this is not
a knock -would make an excellent score for a
horror movie (in black and white, like Night
of the Living Dead).
I suppose I am an old fudge, but I think this
group has never equaled its early single, Arnold
Layne, which, as far as I know (mark this
down), was the first rock-and-roll song about
a transvestite. J.V.
