Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon
Harvest/Capitol
March 1st, 1973.
The 50th year of mankind's musical centerpiece. The crowning achievement of man's time on earth. Encompassing the experience of life - the beginning, the mundane, the ending - into one 40-minute package has never been so succinct.
What is maybe the strongest candidate for the 'greatest' album of all time debate, The Dark Side of the Moon ticks all the necessary boxes: a universal message that transcends space and time, sounds that remain ahead of their place in time, melodies that fulfill a lush sense of life, and of course quite possibly the most recognisable album cover art known to man. The music itself isn't too bad either.
Time itself is ticking away at a steady pace - gaining pace, even. Not much changes, though you're older. It's a battle that can't be won - the game of life is rigged from the get-go. The second it begins it's over. With. Without. The race has been run.
DSotM finds a band in their prime, at the height of their powers, and on the same page. It's hard to think that there was a time before DSotM existed - the sounds that occur on the album feel like they were the whole purpose of our existence; the search for the vibrations that represent a life form. The smoothness of the transitions between tracks is heavenly - it's the ultimate 40-minute sonic experience. It radiates like a soothing smile; a gleam of the most comforting eyes. A lotion that undoes all creases - reverses the appearance, though the damage that time has caused is irreversible. Underneath, the same person remains. The soul untouched.
Pulled from the ether like an apple plucked from the tree of life; always here, always waiting, always. The dark side of the moon. The side you can't see. The things you can't feel. The sounds you can't hear. The life you can't live.
A lunatic is on the grass.
