Joe Hutch
Mate of the bloke
Now and then I slag off post-Barrett Floyd. Until last night, this was more-or-less a prejudice thing, in the same way that I slag off reality TV despite never watching it.
However, last night I tuned into the closing five minutes of Johnny Walker's R2programme, and caught some noodling tune that was naggingly familiar but which I couldn't precisely identify. At first I thought 'Spiritualised, floating in gubbins' or such, but no, it wasn't that. The thing went on and one, ethereal voices warbling over a basic two-note tune. I thought it would never finish, but reached that point at which I *had* to find out who the perpetrators were. Finally it stopped, and Walker intoned in a respectful voice: 'Pink Floyd: Us and Them'.
So now my anti-Floyd rants are informed critical judgments rather than pure prejudice.
However, last night I tuned into the closing five minutes of Johnny Walker's R2programme, and caught some noodling tune that was naggingly familiar but which I couldn't precisely identify. At first I thought 'Spiritualised, floating in gubbins' or such, but no, it wasn't that. The thing went on and one, ethereal voices warbling over a basic two-note tune. I thought it would never finish, but reached that point at which I *had* to find out who the perpetrators were. Finally it stopped, and Walker intoned in a respectful voice: 'Pink Floyd: Us and Them'.
So now my anti-Floyd rants are informed critical judgments rather than pure prejudice.