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After five years in hell, I returned home with only one goal: To save my city. But my old approach wasn't enough. I had to become someone else. I had to become something else. I had to become the Green Arrow. Today I fight that war on two fronts. By day, I lead Star City as its mayor. But by night, I am someone else. I am the Green Arrow. But I couldn't honor that commitment and honor the promise I made to the mother of my son.
So I asked the best man I know to help. His name is John Diggle, and he is the Green Arrow. For quotations, see the related page. Speaking of brutally self-serious -- 's The Final Cut required a major emotional investment in spending time in Roger Waters' headspace to make it through all 46 somber, self-indulgent minutes.
Occasionally the on-record majesty approaches the drama storming in Waters' brain, though, as on "The Gunner's Dream," a Spectoral ballad with Springsteen-like stakes and sax! Another long-buried early Floyd treasure, though by this one Syd Barrett had self-actualized as the psychedelic cult figure who would gain an immense following at the cost of his own mind: "Vegetable Man" is near-total delirium, a stomping, directionless garage-rock number that's half fashion satire and half lonerist cry for help, the song becoming more confused about its own identity as it goes.
It's a transfixing mess, and despite going unreleased for nearly 50 years, the song developed enough of a legend through fan bootlegs to get covered by '80s underground heroes The Soft Boys and The Jesus and Mary Chain. A ballad of legitimate tenderness on The Wall 's third side, essentially a more unhinged version of ELO's "Telephone Line," as the story's rock star anti-hero goes stir crazy alone among his possessions and yearns over twinkling piano to dial up some kind of human connection.
Something of a "Young Lust" retread, to be sure -- Gilmour's guitar solo even starts off identically -- but the performance is committed and gritty enough, and it's so nice to hear a voice besides Waters' on The Final Cut 's back end, that Gilmour's growl "Not Now John" is lent a disproportionate kind of energy and urgency. Definitely the best use of the F word on a Pink Floyd record, at least: "Oi!
Wheres' the f--king bar, John?? The flip side to "Apples and Oranges," the band's final Barrett-written single, and almost undoubtedly the superior composition: Floyd keyboardist Rick Wright wrote and sang this one, a psych-pop nugget melodic and creative enough to have made it to The Zombies' Odessey and Oracle.
Uh the Deal" Obscured By Clouds , Pink Floyd had an underrated acoustic rock period in between tapping out on psych-rock excess with the execrable Atom Heart Mother and going full future-rock with Dark Side. Uh the Deal" is a lovely mid-tempo strummer from the mostly delightful Obscured By Clouds that pictures a version of Floyd casual and sun-soaked and preternaturally tuneful enough to have played Classic East last weekend -- not their best-case scenario, but an intriguing alternate history.
Takes over seven minutes for this one to hit its groove, but that's nothing for late-'60s Pink Floyd -- especially on this superior minute live version of the Saucerful of Secrets title track, from the experimental Ummagumma double LP.
It's worth the wait, anyway -- by the time the full band takes flight in the instrumental's final quarter, the outright sorcery being conjured is enough to inspire a stadium full of raised gothic candles.
Wright's time to shine on Dark Side , his synth beams taking center stage for the most arresting sections of the short instrumental -- though there's plenty of time for Gilmour's guitar to raise its own talking points in between. Like "On the Run," not quite a fully fleshed song, but vital connective tissue for one of the most fluid LPs ever assembled, and undeniable proof that goddamn it, this album really needed its own friggin' laser show.
Pink Floyd's post-"Double O Bo" version of stereophonic spy music, tense and alluring, about the coolest cat that Syd Barrett knew -- in this case, an actual cat, his pet Siamese. Not necessarily the easiest song in the Floyd catalog to defend, particularly against those who view the band as nothing more than pandering fare for year-olds who think they're the first person to compare high school to a fascist regime.
Yeah, but those sonics -- where else are you gonna hear bass that throbs like muscle pain, acoustic chords where every individual note stabs like an icicle to the back, or synths that shoot off like laser fireworks in the post-Skynet sky?
A compelling case that sometimes, we all gotta engage with that inner easily-mind-blown teen and do a little anti-machine raging. The Division Bell: a lot better than you remember! The band made the curious decision to significantly backload the album, though -- with all three singles coming on the second side -- so you have to sit through a whole lot of new-age noodling before you get to the actual song -songs.
But the finest of 'em comes at the end, when the clanging church bells of the "Lost for Words" outro give way to the blood-curdling piano plinks of "High Hopes," a dolorous retrospective epic that's maybe a little more "Silent Lucidity" than "Comfortably Numb," but still comes the closest to the cinematic grandeur of classic Floyd than any other song since The Wall came down.
Maybe not quite enough musical and lyrical ideas to sustain -- takes a long time to even get past the "Ha-ha, charade you are! Would you believe Roger Waters resorts to Donald Trump imagery when he plays the song live now? The beginning to one of the most famous albums in rock history pretty successfully lays the groundwork for what's to come, with the "Speak to Me" intro essentially acting as a teaser trailer for the album's action highlights the "Money" cash register, the "Brain Damage" cackle and the sighing guitar slides of "Breathe" establishing the album's gorgeous Neil Young-across-the-fifth-dimension core jamminess.
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