Lindisfarne "The News" (1979)

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LINDISFARNE “THE NEWS” (1979)

Call Of The Wild/People Say/1983/Log On Your Fire/Evening/Easy and Free//Miracles/When Friday Comes Along/Dedicated Hound/This Has Got To End/Good To Be Here?

HEADLINE NEWS THAT’S FIT TO PRINT! Good evening and welcome to ‘The News’, Views and Music. Our reporter is over in 1979 and it’s time for ‘The News’, a sadly forgotten album from Lindisfarne that sold fewer copies than the Pets Love Elvis manifesto at the last local election. Now, despite being the follow-up to one of the biggest selling albums of their career, ‘The News’ made headlines for all the wrong reasons (record company spats, rush releases, near break-ups) and Lindisfarne always felt that they’d under-sold this record and the marketing strategies they could have used to promote it down the years so today – some 34 years too late – we’re going to be doing exactly that. Expect lots of gossip, rumour, intrigue and slander as discuss whether ‘The News’ is one of the truly pioneering media outlets of its day, putting the world to rights (like Private Eye or Alan’s Album Archives) or whether its a gossip-filled muckspreader like the Daily Mail, full of boring love stories and celebrity tittle-tattle. As ever on this site, ‘The News’ somehow manages to be both – and the two halves of this album don’t always sit that comfortably side by side. But then, that’s what life seemed to be like in the late 1970s as the political and celebrity cultures wound around each other like never before. The new British prime minister that year was Margaret Thatcher and – before she bared her teeth and proved to be more masculine in outlook than most of the male premiers– there was lots of talk in the air about what having a female in the hot seat would do for the country (sadly, we still don’t know – in time, hopefully several female PM’s later, Thatcher’ reign will be proved to be an aberration – and a few other nasty words beginning with ‘a’). In America, meanwhile, Jimmy Carter is in his last days in office (after such controversies as the Iran hostage crisis, energy crisis and the Russians invading Afghanistan, none of them entirely his fault) and most of the political scene is entranced by the sudden rise up the polls of an ex-Hollywood actor named Ronald Reagan, a politician who fully understood the impact of the media in getting his point of view across to the American public. The thin line between empty soap opera gossip and world-embracing politics that involved everybody the world over had never been so thin and, like all good writers, Alan Hull especially seems to have had these ideas on his mind when making this LP.

THE DIFFICULT YEARS! At the time this album came out, however, it seemed that most of the headlines seemed to be about the band themselves. Poor Lindisfarne never seemed to get the breaks they deserved first time around when they split in 1972, just three years into a career that had taken years of struggling in different bands to get off the ground. A word of mouth band if ever there was one, there was a sense of relief all round when ‘Fog On The Tyne’ finally put the band into the limelight, but the years of difficulties and divisions (the band had originally been in two entirely different groups) showed even more in Lindisfarne than they did in most other groups and they’d split rather acrimoniously after a heavy and fuel-sapping American tour and a much misunderstood difficult third record. Things had seemed to be so much brighter in 1978 when the band reunited after six more hard and difficult years, scoring huge successes with the single ‘Run For Home’ and the album ‘Back And Fourth’ and a double record live album that brought them many new fans to add to their old ones. But as anyone whose ever followed ‘the news’ for any length of time will know, history has a funny habit of repeating itself. And here we are, one year one from the band’s unexpected second career breakthrough and already time has moved on irrepairably: the music scene of 1979 is a completely different beast to 1978, with several young hip things breaking through that year in deference to the cosy nostalgia that came in the wake of punk’s ‘year zero’ in 1977 and making bands like Lindisfarne seem old hat just when they were on the point of rehabilitation (if you’re a Brit and you have BBC4 you may well have been watching the re-runs of Top Of The Pops recently. If you have then like me you might have noticed a whacking colossal change now we’re moved on into ’78 after a year of ’77). However American record company Atco (who’d scored their biggest success of the year in 1978 with ‘Run For Home’), think that Lindisfarne are working too quickly not too slowly. American bands simply didn’t follow-up their albums and singles in a great hurry like they still traditionally did in Europe and rejected this album outright so that it didn’t interfere with the still-strong sales for ‘Back and Fourth’ (why didn’t they just delay it a bit you ask? Well, goodness only knows...)

DRAMA! Understandably, there was talk within the band of quitting the music business again – after all, the five members of Lindisfarne had had to patch up quite a few differences that had still rankled from the infamous American tour of 1972 in order to carry on (even during the off-years the band used to meet up for some well received Christmas concerts in Newcastle which got them talking – thankfully these got easier to play as time moved on and healed the wounds between them). After all, these boys had seen it all and knew what was in store if they started rowing or being turned down by record companies and, by most accounts, knew they were in trouble whilst still making the record. Perhaps that accounts for the slightly hazy feel of ‘The News’, an album that hints at something really dark and edgy (especially the glorious last track ‘Good To Be Here?) but for the most part simply plays it safe. Most reviewers claim that ‘The News’ is bland and certainly compared to other marvellously eclectic Lindisfarne albums there’s not that much going on on the surface. However, like so many news reports, this album is great not so much for what it tells us but for what it doesn’t tell us – the inkling of stirring trouble, of future unrest and impending doom. After all what other album has a song that starts off as a criticism of commuter ways before slowly revealing itself to be a song about a criminal on the run from the law? (‘When Friday Comes Along’) Or a pop song about world war III set only four years in the future, back in the days when such a thing was deeply unfashionable (‘1983’)? Or a final song that’s actually about a man’s journey to the afterlife, only for him to be drawn back at the last minute (‘Good To Be Here’?) As it turns out Lindisfarne are more on the pulse of the world than they think, what with the divisions caused by Thatcher and Reagan and the cold war peaks in general only a few years away (indeed, read 1983 as 1982 and Hull’s song of war and destruction – fairly unthinkable in 1979 – is a dead ringer for the Falklands War).

CONTROVERSY! That very was song has always been the biggest talking point of the album, a surprisngly graphic Alan Hull song about the cold war reaching boiling point and triggering world war III. While not as big as the controversy surrounding Hully’s solo song ‘Malvinas Melody’ (easily the best anti-Falklands War song of the early 80s), this all happened long before Frankie Hollywood recorded ‘Two Tribes’ in the mid-80s and made this sort of thing fashionable. After all, the mood of the world was loosely upbeat in 1979. Margaret Thatcher’s becoming the first female British prime minister seemed like a cause for celebration and a sign that socially Britain was moving in the right direction until her wicked policies began to bite – and in America Ronald Reagan added a touch of Hollywood sparkle to the white house that had been missing for years (until his policies, too, became to seem as one dimensional as some of his films). Hull was a lone voice shouting in the wilderness what people didn’t want to hear – that tensions between the West and East were escalating and a new set of world leaders acting tough made the world more vulnerable and susceptible to destruction than at anytime since the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962. As I write these things are in ‘the news’ again, North Korea’s stalemate stand-off with America a trigger finger away from growing worse and Thatcher’s funeral costing the state one last bit of expense it cannot afford. Hully saw them all, telling about a ‘trigger’ just four years into the future that would end with death and chaos. Never one for underselling an idea, Hull packs a lot of imagery into his quickfire death-rattle song that takes no prisoners: ‘The Russians are coming, I can feel it in my piss’ indeed. Officially, of course, this song was a flop moment on a flop record that nobody bought or paid much attention to, but I wonder: surely any record company would love to release the follow-up release to a big hit and the fact that it came along so quickly, when Lindisfarne were still very much in the public eye, is all the more reason to celebrate? Could it be, instead, that it was ‘1983’ that meant Lindisfarne were suddenly dead and buried? (A similar thing happens when ‘Malvinas Melody’ is released). The sleevenotes from the record say that an American tour was planned and then abandoned when the album didn’t come off but, surely, any good tour promoter working on the back of a hit record (‘Run n For Home’) would do all he could get them there? Of course this is just speculation and wild conjecture (like so many things on ‘the news’) but you never know. Hmm, sadly nothing came out in the ’30 years official secrets act’ but I wonder...

GOSSIP! The other ‘controversial’ song here, Rod Clement’s ‘When Friday Comes Along’, is so subtly controversial few if anyone has noticed what the song is really about. The song starts as a re-write of Jacka’s ‘King Cross Blues’ from ‘Back and Fourth’ bemoaning the daily commute and the fact that everyone on board the tube is as ‘trapped’ in their little lives in the office as they are on the train. But listen out for the little shift of views on the second verse, when the narrator argues his case that he’s already done his share of paying taxes into the system and is after something more. We never quite find out what he’s been up to, but by verse three he’s telling all his fellow commuters in his head that he’ll be starring in the ‘newspapers’ they’ll all be reading the next morning (another clever tie-in with the album title) and by the end of the song he might be ‘doing time by Sunday’ although he’ll make sure he enjoys the escape first. The whole song sounds suspiciously like Lindisfarne spin-off Jack The Lad’s 1976 song ‘Trinidad’, a dream-song about all the great times a similar commuter might have if only things would work out for him and he can save the money (and the de facto opposite song from this). Ray ‘Jacka’ Jackson sings the song so straight, though, that few people have probably ever picked up on the undercurrent of the song.

SLANDER! Sadly these three songs are all so inventive that, by comparison, the rest of the album doesn’t really seem to be trying and, by Lindisfarne standards, is sadly pretty generic. ‘Evening’ is a good case in point: Alan Hull half-heartedly recorded the demo in 1975 (you can hear it as a bonus track on the re-issue of his solo album ‘Phantoms’ from 1979) and yet didn’t deem it worthy of returning to for two solo albums or ‘Back and Fourth’, which perhaps shows what a hurry this album was in. Other songs on the album sound unusually rushed, too: ‘Log On Your Fire’ for instance is easily the weakest Hull song written up to that time and that’s said as someone who considered ‘Back and Fourth’ to be disappointing. It’s notable, too, how comparatively few songs Alan Hull gets on the album compared to ‘Back and Fourth’ (where he wrote 10 out of 11 songs), with two for Rod Clements and one each for Ray Jackson and Si Cowe. While most fans disagree, I’m not keen on the mainstream commercial sound producers like Gus Dudgeon (who produced ‘Back and Fourth’) and Hugh Murphy (who produced ‘The News’) used in this era either. At their best Lindisfarne are a ramshackle pub band who get by on verve, passion and style that sounds like nobody else and mixing commerciality with controversial songs instead of competing with the bigger, slicker, bands who all end up sounding the same. The ‘official’ verdict on this album is that the band ruined it by having to ‘rush’ it out – actually I think the problem is the other extreme; too many of these songs and productions sound polished, with the loss of any rough edges or any abrasive sound the musical equivalent of throwing the baby out with the bath water. Reducing Lindisfarne to the point where they sound like everyone else shows up the holes in their sound, it doesn’t fill them in – a problem many producers of the era had (and it gets worse in the 1980s to come). There’s notably little use of the band’s famous harmony sound here, too, which is just criminal and makes this album sound like someone has mixed the ‘split’ halves of Jack The Lad, Lindisfarne Mark II and Hull’s solo albums across a whole record. In short, three bursts of magic aside, it’s a disappointment – especially with the under-rated minor gem ‘Sleepless Nights’ album around the corner.

LOVE! That said, there’s a case to be made that – ‘1983’ ‘Call Of The Wild’ ‘When Fridcay Comes Along’ and ‘Dedicated Hound’ aside - ‘The News’ is actually a jumbled up, themed album about love and relationships a la ‘Pet Sounds’. Hully didn’t really start writing love songs until his solo album ‘Pipedream’ in 1975 and they’re still new enough to his writing vocabulary to make the sheer quantity of them here noticeable. ‘Miracles’ and ‘Evening’ are ‘hello’ songs if ever I heard them ,devotions of love and romance that are unusual for a writer who’d actually married young and stayed married until the day he died some 30 years later in 1995. ‘Easy and Free’, where the pair of lovers have been together for a while and still cherish every moment is clearly the ‘midway’ point of this love story. ‘Log On Your Fire’ and Jackson’s ‘This Has Got To End’, meanwhile, are clearly ‘goodbye’ songs, kiss-offs full of all the bitterness and annoyance you’d expect. In between are songs like Rod’s ‘People Say’, which bemoans the fact that love that comes easy is ‘blind’ and love that takes a while is ripe for comments on gossip columns while ‘Good To Be Here?’ closes the album with the narrator hallucinating/dying in his sleep, before the eerie journey is pulled up short and he spots his wife on the shore – suddenly the only thing that makes any sense in his life. If the band didn’t intend this album to be a ‘concept album’ in the larger sense then its surprising how many of the songs here fit that feeling – especially for a band who spent more time raging against political miscalculation, musing on the passing of time or writing songs about drinking than they ever did talking about romance before this.

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! Pinball wizard in a miracle cure...(whoops, sorry, I’ve gone back a few issues there...) So where does that leave ‘The News’, an album that too often seems like ‘yesterday’s news’? Well, it’s not the best thing Lindisfarne ever did, that’s for certain, although some of the tracks on it are up to their usual high standards. This is a band that never coped with success all that well after all and, just like the split that came over what to follow up ‘Fog On The Tyne’ with, this is an album pulling in several different directions at once and only some of them work. All that said, there’s always something to enjoy on even the lesser Lindisfarne albums and this song has one absolute masterpiece in Alan Hull’s nightmare-of-the-soul ‘Good To Be Here?’ a song that’s as good as anything in his back catalogue and two still pretty good songs in ‘1983’ and ‘When Friday Comes Along’. I have a soft spot for ‘Dedicated Hound’, too, with its Dire Straits-ish guitarwork and sarcastic lyrics about wannabe reviewers who really know nothing (err, on seconds thoughts, divert your ears when this comes on!) In actual fact I prefer this record to the bigger selling ‘Back And Fourth’ which had a similar mix of the great and the ghastly (the commuter madness pop song ‘King’s Cross Blues’, Alan Hull’s historical parallel to 1970s cuts in ‘Marshall Riley’s Army’ and the ever-pretty ‘Run For Home’), if only for the variety and range of styles (which is at least more Lindisfarny than an album made up of piano ballads) – a bumpier ride, perhaps, but a more entertaining journey all the same. It’s no ‘Nicely Out Of Tune’, though, or even ‘Dingly Dell’ (the band’s much-derided third LP that split them up).
THIS HAS GOT TO END?! One last point too: the title is a gift that should really have been better exploited by the band (who, to be fair, did use the idea well in their tour programme’s that year). This album became ‘The News’ when fellow AAA band and fellow Geordies Dire Straits (who formed – or at least met their first drummer and decided on their band name, which is good enough for me - in Si Cowe’s kitchen) had spent the night in Cowe’s flat discussing names for their second album, which label Vertigo had wanted in a hurry. Being a former journalist himself, Mark Knopfler was keen to capitalise on the fact that the band were now firmly in ‘the news’ a lot and wanted an album title about ‘communication’. Someone (some reports say drummer Pick Withers) came up with ‘The News’ but the band opted for ‘Communique’ – a title that, frankly, isn’t as good. Realising that the title ‘The News’ was up for grabs Cowe said ‘thanks guys – I’m having that’ and took it to Lindisfarne. I wonder, though, how early in the production of this album it came. Many of the songs here seem tailor-made to fit the format (‘1983’’s tale of war, ‘Dedicated Hound’s expose of writers and ‘When Friday Comes Along’ which even makes reference to ‘The Sun’) and the artists could have really done something with the idea (a collage spread a la John and Yoko’s ‘Sometime In New York City’ perhaps or a mock-up newspaper like Jethro Tull’s ‘Thick As A Brick’ which really stood out in record shops?!) Like ‘Communique’, though, the record label didn’t really know what to do with it and ended up with a striking but rather generic cover of a flying plane and soldier on horseback (why?!) Rather than let a good idea go to waste, we’ve ‘borrowed’ the concept itself because, after all, how many different ways are there of spreading the news about ‘The News’?


‘Call Of The Wild’ is certainly one of the stranger Lindisfarne songs around. A pagan-like prayer about keeping the ‘wolf’ from the door and wishing for kindness in people’s lives, it starts with the only fully a capella section in the band’s catalogue. Unfortunately, though, this isn’t the full blown harmony-fest we’re used to from Lindisfarne but some awful icky, electronic substitute that sounds feathery and artificial (on arguably the one track on the album that’s meant to sound earthly and as if the band are getting back in touch with their ancestors). The tune’s an odd one too, sounding like a nursery rhyme we all should know, but with a funny little off-beat that makes the melody sound like its walking round with a limp. That said, the song’s much better once it gets going, with a Corrs-style folk-rock sound complete with fiddles and accordions that’s actually quite ahead of it’s time and Jacka’s excellent harmonica playing back to being centre stage in the band’s sound . There’s a moving middle eight, too, that effortlessly switches back to the minor key (‘Out in the wild...’), but even this sounds unfinished and unusually hurried by a writer of Alan’s Hull’s standards, ending with the held line ‘...peeeeeeeeeeace of mind’ that doesn’t fit the rhyming scheme. Some of the lyrics sound slightly odd too (‘keep the bad wolf from the door’ I understand but what does ‘may the good wolf never go blind’ mean?!) A mixed bag, then, and an odd choice as a single so it’s no wonder it failed to sell even in the wake of ‘Run For Home’ (although at least it’s an improvement on predecessor ‘Jukebox Gypsy’, a noisy and unusually lascivious song which was probably a style change too far). Perhaps ‘Call Of The Wild’s lasting achievement is the promo video that the band shot for it (sadly unavailable officially but available on youtube) where Lindisfarne break the budget by appearing in a different scenario after every other line (including a memorable opening where the band are seen naked in a cage, though if I’m honest I’m not sure if this helped or hindered sales of the single...)

‘People Say’ is the first Rod Clements song releases in ever such a long time: 1972’s ‘Don’t Ask’ under the Lindisfarne name or the run of songs from 1974’s ‘It’s Jack The Lad’ LP by the Clements/Cowe/Ray Laidlaw spin-off. Sadly after such a long wait ‘People Say’ is something of an anticlimax, an all too clearly attempt to sound commercial and contemporary that misses the charm of ‘Meet Me On The Corner’ or the honesty of ‘The Things I Should Have Said’. There are some lovely moments, however: Jacka’s multi-tracked vocal is one of his best, taking both high and low parts, while the unexpected lurch into a new key in the second verse is pure Rod. The lyrics, too, while short and clichéd for the most part, contain some gems such as the idea that some people are never satisfied, looking down on you when you’re single and loves taking ‘too long to find’ and tutting when love comes easy that ‘love is blind’. It’s nice to hear the mandolins back as part of Lindisfarne’s sound after barely appearing on ‘Back and Fourth’, too, although this song still sounds more like a Jack The Lads than a Lindisfarne song to me (it would be easy to imagine Billy Mitchell singing it). The moral at the heart of this story is a little odd too: ‘better to go on believing we will always be this way’. What way?! We don’t know of the narrator is in love or not and he’s spent so much telling us what other people on the outside think of the relationship that we don’t know whether to be pleased at this outcome. Again, this song shows sign of haste in the writing department and yet production-wise probably go a little too far making this song sound upbeat and contemporary catchy, having the worst of both worlds. For all its faults, though, Jacka’s excellent performance of this song still raises it above the average.

‘1983’ is clearly Alan Hull’s most committed moment on the album, a fast-talking blues-rock about impending nuclear disaster happening in front of the narrator’s eyes set during a time that was only slightly in the future when ‘The News’ was released. The whole song is urgent, as if this is the future-Hull sending a message back in time and trying to get us to heed it’s warning. Like many of Hull’s darkest political songs, its deliciously sarcastic (‘Don’t let it worry your head, war is over now – but unfortunately you are dead’) and takes wicked pleasure in the soldiers doomed to death taking their time to repair military structures and weapons they will never need because soon everyone will be dead. Unusually, though, Hull is vague about his targets which means this song never quite approached the full-blooded anger of ‘Bring Down The Government’ ‘Poor Old Ireland’ ‘City Song’ or ‘Marshall Riley’s Army’ and Hull seems to portray the Russians as the enemy rather than mankind in general as the ‘old’ Hull would have done. Still, though, he puts in a wonderful vocal performance, caught between tears and cackling laughter while Jacka again excels himself on the harmonica-blowing, which somehow links this heavily electric song back to Dylan’s early anti-war rants. The end verse – when the tempo drags, the sound slurs and the production goes a bit psychedelic and disorientating is especially wonderful, mirroring the strange parallel universe the soldiers have woken up in now they are ‘dead’ and in heaven (its a wicked shame that Lindisfarne weren’t around for the summer of love, given the marvellous psychedelic moments like this on many of their LPs). Certainly the picture of World War III painted here does sound like ‘the biggest show you’ve ever seen’, although as it turned out a sombre, cat-and-mouse ballad was probably closer to what really happened in the cold war’s ‘hottest’ decade of the 1980s. All that said, Hull is way ahead of his time here, noticing a change in the political wind long before many of his peers did after what had been – comparatively speaking – a run of good fortune on the political scene, with 70s leaders like Khruschev on one side and Ford and Carter on the other a little more, shall we say, humane with their discussions and political posturing. If you like this song, by the way, then do look for Hull’s solo song ‘Malvinas Melody’ which really was released in ‘1983’ (sadly unavailable on CD but around on Youtube) and sounds in many ways like the sighing ‘told you so’ that went hand in hand with this warning song (even if it’s primarily about the Falklands).

‘Log On Your Fire’ sounds, by contrast, like an entirely different band. A tired and lazy country-blues, it features Hull again but this time singing with zero of the passion and fire we’ve just heard. A miserable song about two partners growing apart from each other, its a bunch of similes and metaphors throughout (even the rather unusual title is about how ‘all you desire is a log on your fire and something to keep you warm at night’). Like ‘Call Of The Wild’, it’s interesting to hear Lindisfarne go right back to their folk roots but the lazy tune and lazier words mean this experiment is never really fully realised. There is one great verse in there somewhere, though, with Hull managing to rhyme ‘marriage’ manage’ and ‘advantage’ in the space of a few lines, as the narrator makes it clear he’s had enough and he’s leaving for good this time (one puzzling point though: why does she offer marriage to him a) if she’s the woman and b) if the feeling of hatred is as mutual as it seems in the rest of the song? Was this track in fact written for an ‘outside’ singer – presumably female – and brought back into the Lindisfarne fold when the band needed songs in a hurry?) There’s something rather uncomfortable, too, about Hull turning the closing line ‘baby, better put a big log on your fire!’ into a Carry On film extract - even if all he means is that she’s going to be alone for a very long time the way she treats people (Cat Stevens writes a similarly uninspired song on the same theme with ‘Come On Baby, Shift That Log’ on his second album ‘New Masters’, which is every bit as wonky as it sounds). In all, a bit of a mess and probably the weakest song here.

‘Evening’ is just as clichéd, but is at least more listenable, with an interesting meandering melody that’s the closest to blues we’ve heard Lindisfarne play since 1971’s ‘Train In G Major’. Jacka was the big soul specialist in the band and this song sounds more like his solo work on the album ‘In The Night’ (released the following year in 1980) than it does Lindisfarne. He turns in a strong performance again, too, with some more bluesy harmonica and some of his deepest sounding vocals. The rest of the band, though, sound a bit clueless here, adding some anodyne synth-strings and piano and a particularly plodding bass and drum part that suggest they don’t really ‘get’ this song at all. Even author Alan Hull sounds at odds, adding a rather sickly middle eight (‘Easy, you know it ain’t easy...’) that sounds much like the ‘Pete Townshend’ part to Jacka’s ‘Roger Daltrey’ one, but the experiment is over in a few lines before the band have a chance to work on this new interplay. Ultimately, this over-produced lush arrangement of the song sounds far worse than Hull’s rather charming (if undeveloped) demo for it (released in 2009 as a CD bonus track on his solo ‘Phantoms’ album), with only Jacka having anything to add to the song’s contents to make it worthwhile or interesting. A real one-off in the Lindisfarne canon.

‘Easy and Free’ is an unusual song too, much poppier than most Lindisfarne songs and melodically its so similar to ‘Run For Home’ (albeit sped up) that it sounds like Hull at least was thinking of this song as the follow-up top that single (I’m surprised that it wasn’t as, whilst hardly the greatest track on this album, it is at least catchy and nicely performed). A sort of slow rolling ballad, this song tries to be laidback but someone (perhaps the producer Hugh Murphy) seems to have got the idea this song is ‘urgent’ and adds a quite distinctive continual pattering of drums from ray Laidlaw on great form and a far better string arrangement than the one that graced ‘Log On Your Fire’. It’s great, too, to hear the full Hull-Jacka-Cowe harmonies at last, even if they seemed to be mixed unusually low. However its a shame that so much time seems to have been spent on what must be, arguably, one of Hull’s emptiest songs which doesn’t have much to say other than the fact that love is going smoothly (for once) between the characters in the song and they’re ‘where we wanna be – easy and free’. Now, I’m not saying Lindisfarne pinched it, but have a listen to Pentangle’s cover of old folk song ‘Sally Free and Easy’ (from ‘Solomon’s Easy’) and see if you can spot any similarities?! (To be fair, there’s more than a little ‘Lady Eleanor’ in the last few Pentangle recordings in return). The main chorus, however (‘Love is the answer!’) is taken wholesale from another Hull song of that very name, again heard on ‘Phantoms’ (or Radiator’s ‘Isn’t It Strange?’ if you happen to be lucky enough to be one of the few people who owns it: the same recording was used on both albums), which is fair enough I suppose: even being released twice few Lindisfans ever got to hear the record before it disappeared and it took an age to come out on CD! Still, it shows perhaps how desperate for material Lindisfarne were when making this record.

‘Miracles’ gets the second side of the album to another slow start. Take Alan Hull’s expressive vocal away and this song could have been made by any band in any period. In fact I doubt whether Lindisfarne have much to play on it: all I can hear are mariachi horns and Jamaican style percussion which doesn’t sound much like Ray Laidlaw to me. That’s a shame because while the tune for ‘miracles’ is pretty generic too, the lyrics are actually quite inventive and back to the ‘wordier’ style of writing Alan Hull hadn’t used since the early ‘Nicely Out Of Tune’ days. For instance, not many other Lindisfarne songs start with a sentence like ‘Whosoever be saw her could never forget the sight’ and the mysterious lady in the song sounds like she could be Lady Eleanor herself, albeit updated to the 20th century, although its actually another early Lindisfarne classic that Hull references here (‘The Madonna of the Clear White Light). Just check out the third verse which starts ‘She turned herself in torment, trying to explain’ whose alliterative tones and unusual metre sound like a dead ringer for the earlier ‘belly dancing beauty’ and ‘she gazed with a loving beauty like a mother to her son’. Hull’s present companion even makes him think of a beauty from an earlier time, as she ‘reminded me of William Blake and the smile for eternity’, but Hull goes on to say that such beauty and magnetism is timeless, referencing Brigitte Bardot, Marilyn Monroe and, erm, Buddha in his list of mystical muses across time. The vernacular of the chorus, though, is pure 1970s (‘I’m an ordinary guy and I don’t believe in miracles – miracles don’t exist’) which together with the contemporary music makes for quite an interesting comment on how the past makes inroads into the present even when we’re least expecting it (or that certain people are ‘timeless’). That, sadly, is where the comparison ends: there’s no real conclusion like there was in Lady Eleanor (although Hull uses the same trick of having his doubting narrator change his mind in the last chorus, now saying that ‘miracles do exist – and I’m an extraordinary guy’) and the perfectly matching grace and ethereal-but-ominous beauty of the original song has been replaced by a surface sheen that sounds more like Rose Royce or Boney M than Lindisfarne. What a missed opportunity this is to have a ‘before’ and ‘after’ track for fans to enjoy!

‘When Friday Comes Along’ is similarly frustrating, although its still one of the better songs on the album. Rod Clements’ song of subtle subversion is cleverly constructed so that the listener only slowly begins to realise that this song is being narrated not by a bored commuter out for a good time at the weekend but a criminal on the run from some dastardly deed (we never find out exactly what he’s done – its the fact that he’s got a secret that’s important). So far so clever – and the idea that the criminal will still get to properly enjoy ‘Friday’ (the day most commuters look forward to most as it means the weekend is on the way) even if he’s banged up on ‘Sunday’ is a particularly clever twist. But again the backing track is so anonymous and so lacklustre that the listener struggles to get that involved in the lyrics anyway (I must admit I hadn’t realised the twist at all on my first few playing of this album – it was only on reading the lyrics sheet that the message of the song clicked!) Jacka again turns in a sterling vocal and at long last there’s an overdue opportunity for Si Cowe to turn in a decent guitar solo, but by Lindisfarne standards this is awfully bare and empty stuff. Generally Clements’ songs work in a completely different way to Alan Hull’s, tending to be less direct and multilayered (whereas Hully usually shoots from the hip). But on this album its notable how similar the pair’s writing styles are: reduced to writing songs that will ‘work’ on the ‘radio’ they’ve been robbed of the chance for surprise and clever twists so that in this song especially the classic hidden subtext of the song is too heavily buried (you can still tell Rod’s writing from some of the lines however: who else would rhyme words like ‘station’ ‘combination’ reputation’ and ‘station’ in a pop song?!), especially after listeners had become accustomed to Lindisfarne bemoaning the commuter life on Jacka’s ‘King’s Cross Blues’ from ‘Back and Fourth’. My advice is to read the lyrics instead of listen to them – the song’s much funnier that way!


‘Dedicated Hound’ is Si Cowe’s first published work with the band for sometime (barring the sadly neglected B-side ‘Stick Together’ anyway, which is like a Geordie version of ‘Ebony and Ivory’) and like many of his song’s it makes Lindisfarne sound like a completely different band. Dire Straits to be exact – Cowe’s friendship with the band (who, as we’ve seen, kinda formed in his kitchen) meaning that he’d spent many hours by 1979 studying his friend and fellow Geordie Mark Knopfler practising on the guitar. Cowe gets his ‘twangy’ guitar sound off perfectly here (leading many fans to assume that it really is Mark playing), but Knopfler would never have written a song this playful (or sarcastic). ‘Dedicated Hound’ is the one song from ‘The News’ that the music critics seemed to quite like (Dire Straits were the ‘in’ sound of 1979 after all), which is hilariously ironic when you realise that the subject of the song is music critics who know nothing talking about music randomly and deciding what’s ‘cool’ or not. Sadly many music writers are a bit po-faced and full of themselves (but not us, obviously!) so probably thought the song was being genuine and respectful. A glance at the lyrics, though, will tell you otherwise, with the song full of very clever one-liners rattled off at quick speed (had Gilbert and Sullivan ever made an operetta about the NME or Melody Maker it would have sounded like this!) During the course of the song the music critics takes booze as a bribe, tells us he invented ‘punk and new wave’ (sad to say!), admits he writes his reviews ‘out of spite’ and jealousy for band’s talents, hangs around seedy bars ‘with a biro, I’m a lurker’ and openly ‘lies’ to get his own way. The trouble is that Jacka puts in such a good performance that you end up becoming quite sympathetic to the staggering, shambolic, alcoholic music critic by the end of the song (although to be fair, its a very hard, profession, honest, and coming up with new reviews every week takes real genius as I’m sure you’ll agree! Now if only I could invent a new music form that will take us back to the 60s and 70s my power will be complete...) Like many a track on ‘The News’ ‘Dedicated Hound’ sounds completely unlike anything Lindisfarne have done before, but unlike the other dead-end cul-de-sacs on the record it’s rather a shame that they never tried this sound again. Clever, caustic and delivered with just the right mixture of poignancy and mock-laughter, ‘Dedicated Hound’ is one of the better songs on the album. If nothing else it proves that had Dire Straits ever needed another guitarist Si Cowe would have been the perfect replacement...

‘This Has Got To End’ is Jacka’s contribution to the album and like most of his songs written with ‘Lindisfarne Mark II member’ Charlie Harcourt. Sadly it’s not up to his two sterling moments on ‘Back and Fourth’ (where Jacka steals the show from under Alan Hull’s nose) and its’ another of this album’s rather limp love songs that could have been recorded by any band at any time and lack that Lindisfarne fizz and fire. There’s a nice chorus to the song though, which suddenly flowers into some magnificent Lindisfarne harmonies and feature some ‘no no no’ counter-vocals that make the song sound loosely like ‘Money (That’s What I Want)’. The middle eight, meanwhile, is pure 10cc, the key modulating upwards unexpectedly to leave room for lots of breathy, near-falsetto vocals that offers the ‘crux’ of the song in that ‘we’d be better off alone’ (unlike the verses that try to spare the loved one’s feelings or the self-pitying ‘no no no’ choruses). The trouble is, none of the three sections really feel as if they belong together and the anonymous production values and all-too slow ploddy tempo rob this song of any power it might have had. Compare this song to the in-your-face rock of ‘King’s Cross Blues’ or the heartfelt sentiments of ‘Woman’ and it’s clear that something has gone very wrong with Lindisfarne’s direction. No, no, no – come on guys, this has got to end!

Which it does in spectacular style with ‘Good To Be Here?’, a song literally about the narrator’s demise (before he wakes up and find it was all a dream – or was it?!) Alan Hull at his absolute best, this song rights all the wrongs that have plagued the rest of the album for a tour de force of everything that make Lindisfarne great. Rod’s big fat bass lines sound more urgent and forceful here without so many other unnecessary layers added on top of them and recall his sterling playing on ‘Dingly Dell’; Graham Peskett’s string arrangement sound eerie and ominous rather than empty and hollow and makes for one of the best AAA uses of violins of all-time; Ray Laidlaw’s carefully spaced percussion really enhances the song rather than distracts from it and best of all Alan Hull’s emotional vocal has been draped with an air of electronic trickery, sounding as if he’s speaking to us from inside the ‘twilight zone’. The lyrics, too, are stunning, having more in comment with epic works like ‘Kulbla Khan’ or ‘The Wasteland’ than mere pop lyrics, running one after another for paragraphs as the narrator dreamily follows his ‘guide’ to a strange new place. The details here are stunning: the narrator feels nothing ‘except an aching to be free’, the ‘ship’ that he leaves on ‘drifts’ without course into an unknown destination and the cruel captain announcing that ‘you’ve said your last goodbye’ is more chilling than any horror film. Along the way the narrator looks back to the shore and sees the faces of ‘everyone I’d known in my life before, lined up and laughing on the shore’ oblivious to his own fear and plight. The song switches only when his wife calls his name and wakes him up from his slumber and he realizes it was ‘just a dream – just a crazy midnight scream’, but things have changed for the narrator who realises that he’s been taking his life for granted and instead of accepting his life blindly he announces that ‘its good to be here’ and looks at it with fresh eyes. A stunningly original song Hull sings it admirably straight throughout and – just as they do with all of Hull’s more experimental songs – the rest of the band back him up all the way, creating a backing track full of fear, doubt and uncertainty so different to the 10 tracks that have come before that it sounds like the work of a completely different band. If I have any criticism it’s that the ending of the song, when the narrator suddenly wakes and counts his blessings, is still treated in the same mystical and eerie tones of the rest of the track (when the world should sound bright, clear and stable once more). The song comes with an eerie post-script when you realise that Hull only had another 16 years to live after writing this song, dying suddenly of a heart attack at the age of just 50. Straightforward and earthly for the most part, its true to say that Hully did also have a very complex and spiritual side to him – was this song based on a genuine hint of a ‘journey’ he felt was yet to come? (his vocal shows how much this song means to him if you compare it to the ‘hollow’ way he sings some of the others on this album) Or was Hull merely using his vivid imagination? Either way ‘Good To Be Here?’ is an uncomfortable but fascinating work that’s one of Hull’s career best songs, right up there with better known songs like ‘Lady Eleanor’ and ‘Winter Song’ and completely unlike anything else he ever wrote before or since.

Overall, then, ‘The News’ is an album that was never going to make headlines and for the most maintains the perennial Lindisfarne struggle between their ‘tabloid’ side (songs of drinking, love and empty pop) and their ‘broadsheet’ side (deep, controversial songs about death, Armageddon and prison). All 11 songs on this album sound like experiments to some degree and like all experiments some work, some fail and some are a little bit of both. Certainly I’d never rate this album up there with Lindisfarne’s brilliant ‘first three’ albums before they split and I have a much softer spot for most other ‘reunion’ albums than I do this one (‘Sleepless Nights’ ‘Elvis Lives On The Moon’ and ‘Here Comes The Neighbourhood’ especially). But ‘The News’ deserved better than to be rejected by record companies, ignored by fans and sentenced to the bargain bins of time. At their worst on this record Lindisfarne sound like everything else around in 1979 (poppy, soppy, occasionally stroppy), but at their best they’re still making music that’s more than the measure of anyone else still around from the late 60s/early 70s. There’s dozens of Lindisfarne compilation albums out there – some good, some bad, some truly diabolical – and my measure for how good they are is whether they ‘bother’ to including any songs from this ‘missing’ album. Certainly ‘Good To Be Here?’ is in the top 20 Lindisfarne songs of all time and songs like ‘1983’ ‘When Friday Comes Along’ and ‘Dedicated Hound’ all deserve their place in the top 50. Sadly the rest of the album isn’t anywhere near this standard – but then, in the rather anonymo
us year of 1979, even four strong songs for an album is quite an achievement. That was the ‘The News’, join us again at the same time next week for more – but first here’s the weather. (It’s raining. Again. So there. Unless it isn’t in which case – lucky you and when can I move in next door?!)

A NOW COMPLETE LIST OF LINDISFARNE ARTICLES TO READ AT ALAN’S ALBUM ARCHIVES:

'Nicely Out Of Tune' (L) (1970) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-37-lindisfarne-nicely-out-of.html

'Fog On The Tyne' (L) (1971) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2011/01/news-views-and-music-issue-88.html

'Dingly Dell' (L) (1972) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/news-views-and-music-issue-146.html

'Roll ON Ruby' (L) (1973) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2016/08/lindisfarne-roll-on-ruby-1973.html 

'It's Jack The Lad' (JTL) (1973) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-61-jack-lad-its-jack-lad-1973.html

'Happy Daze' (L) (1974) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2009/12/news-views-and-music-issue-50.html

'Pipedream'  (AH) (1974) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2010/06/news-views-and-music-issue-63-alan-hull.html

'The Squire' (AH) (1975) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/11/alan-hull-squire-1975.html

'The Old Straight Track' (JTL) (1975) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/news-views-and-music-issue-109-jack-lad.html

'Rough Diamonds' (JTL) (1975) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2016/04/jack-lad-rough-diamonds-1975.html

‘Jackpot’ (JTL) (1976) https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/jack-lad-jackpot-1976.html

'Magic In The Air' (L) (1978) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/12/news-views-and-music-issue-15.html

'Back and Fourth' (L) (1978) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/11/lindisfarne-back-and-fourth-1978.html

‘The News’(L) (1979) http://www.alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/lindisfarne-news-1979.html

'Sleepless Nights' (L) (1982) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-83-lindisfarne-sleepless-nights.html

'Dance Your Life Away' (L) (1986) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2017/01/lindisfarne-dance-your-life-away-1986.html

‘Amigos’ (1989) https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2017/10/lindisfarne-amigos-1989.html

'Elvis Lives On The Moon' (L) (1993) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/lindisfarne-elvis-lives-on-moon-1993.html

'Here Comes The Neighbourhood' (1998) http://www.alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/03/lindisfarne-here-comes-neighbourhood.html

'Promenade' (2002) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/lindisfarne-promenade-2002.html

Si Cowe Obituary and Tribute (2015) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/10/simon-si-cowe-lindisfarne-guitarist.html

Surviving TV Clips http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2016/02/surviving-lindisfarne-tv-clips-1971-1996.html

Live/Solo/Compilation Albums Part One 1970-1987 http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2016/02/lindisfarne-sololiveraritiescompilation.html

Live/Solo/Compilation Albums Part Two 1988-2015 http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2016/02/lindisfarne-sololiveraritiescompilation_29.html

Essay: Keepin’ The Rage On Behalf Of The Working Classes https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2018/03/lindisfarne-essay-keepin-rage-on-behalf.html

Pink Floyd "Obscured By Clouds" (1972)

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PINK FLOYD “OBSCURED BY CLOUDS” (1972)

Obscured By Clouds/When You’re In/Burning Bridges/The Gold It’s In The.../Wot’s...Uh, The Deal?/Mudmen//Childhood’s End/Free Four/Stay/Absolutely Curtains

One thing that sometimes surprises me is how the AAA albums are viewed differently by collectors in different countries, something I’m taking more interest in now that I have a stat counter that tells me where in the world all you dear readers are and I know I’m not just talking to myself! (America and Europe, mostly, although India and Mexico are catching up fast!) Whilst everyone everywhere has heard of, say, ‘Dark Side Of The Moon’, some countries see that album’s popularity matched by other Pink Floyd records (‘Wish You Were Here’ or ‘The Wall’, usually), others know the Floyd better as a singles band (especially the Syd Barrett years of ‘See Emily Play’ and ‘Arnold Layne’) and others know next to nothing about the band’s six-year struggle before ‘Dark Side’ and think that album came from nowhere. Film soundtrack album ‘Obscured By Clouds’ is a case in point: my fellow Brits would have to be pretty big Pink Floyd collectors to own this album, which didn’t sell that well and got rather buried by ‘Dark Side’ release a few months later; for my American cousins, however, this is probably the LP that first piqued their interest and got proper airplay on American radio (unless you were really ahead of the game, had foreign friends with interesting record collections and/or you were a European in exile); in ‘France’, meanwhile ‘Obscured By Clouds’ is just about the most famous thing Pink Floyd ever did, not withstanding ‘Dark Side Of The Moon’, and one of those 1970s releases that’s as close to a ‘must’ for collections as any that decade. How can this be? Well, for a kick off this album is the second soundtrack to a Barbert Schroeder film the Floyd made and as it’s a French-language film it’s naturally better known in France (where due to a spectacular falling out between director and band it became known as ‘La Valee’ and was barely mentioned on the LP sleeve; in fact the rather ugly cover came about because the band refused to use the intended cover of a man sitting in a tree; at a loss for what to use instead the band simply got art directors Hipgnosis to shift the whole scene out of focus so no one could tell what it was). Add in the fact that ‘Obscured’ is a record made on the run, in a record two-week recording block, and is arguably less obtuse and more commercial-friendly than any previous record and you can see why the Americans liked it too. The only odd part is why the Brits should have ignored this album so, as it came in the footsteps of albums like ‘Atom Heart Mother’ and ‘Ummagumma’ that, for better or worse, made number one (something even ‘Dark Side’ with its slow-burning word-of-mouth sales never technically managed!)

So who is right? Is ‘Obscured’ the best thing Floyd ever did, does making it one of the simplest things they ever did mean it’s great or ghastly, or should this album be forever forgotten in the dusty corners of your record cabinet that never gets played? As ever, the answer is a little of all three. ‘Obscured’ is a very interesting and revealing album if you’re a fan, proving that the band can really play without all their characteristic studio trickery and – like their first Schroeder soundtrack album ‘More’ – this is an album high on atmosphere but also with Roger Waters in particular honing in on techniques that are going to prove invaluable on the band’s later, bigger sellers. There’s even some nice experiments going on, too – experiments that, unlike ‘More’, dabble in much more mainstream areas than wild and weird band jams and instrumentals. Unfortunately this means that ‘Obscured’ is possibly the most anonymous and un-Floyd like album at times, full of ballads, pop songs and heard, heavy rock instrumentals. The downside to all this too is that, with just two weeks to time songs with a stopwatch, knock some songs into shape and record them, ‘Obscured’ doesn’t have the size or spectacle of most Floyd albums. Hear this album back to back with the ones either side of it (‘Meddle’ and ‘Dark Side’) and it sounds like an early mix or an unfinished sketch rather than a whacking great painting. Our advice: dive in headfirst to the better known Floyd albums which we’ve more or less covered completely already on this site – and then come back to hear these sketches so you can enjoy and understand the work that went into making the others.

It helps, too, if you’ve seen the film. Technically I haven’t. Despite being a big seller in France I can’t find a copy of ‘La Valee’ for love, money or Pink Floyd t-shirt trade-ins and the DVD that got half-heartedly rush-released the other year disappeared quicker than you can say ‘tear down the wall!’ and now costs a fortune (frankly the soundtrack album isn’t that cheap either). However I have seen a good half of it now on Youtube and Pink Floyd documentaries down the years (not to mention a shortened ‘recreation’ made out of lego – don’t ask!) and the good news is that the film looks more or less like you’d expect (especially if you’ve seen ‘More’ as well): lots of long lingering shots of youngsters ‘finding themselves’ and staring into the distance in exotic landscapes that you can picture anyway without having to think too hard. The Floyd’s music doesn’t so much fit the film as create the film – even if it did come along afterwards - taking the small cues of the little conversation and ideas going on in the dialogue (Schroder tended to use ‘unknowns’ as his actors and gave them very little dialogue because he knew they’d struggle to learn it) and blowing them into ‘proper’ emotions. It’s a highly unusual way for a film and music to work (by and large the rule is that if you notice the music in the soundtrack to a film or television programme then the composer’s done something wrong), but treat this as a younger sister to ‘Tommy’ (reviewed on these pages the other week) and you’ll understand it more. The opening credits set the scene: five minutes of staring at trees getting closer and closer while Pink Floyd play the first two tracks of the album without a break. The CD re-issue of the album is less touchy about the fall-out between musicians and director and as well as stills from the film lists a brief plot. This brief plot is, as far as I’ve seen, the whole plot; French housewife Viviane feels modern life is missing something, meets an intrepid young explorer and the pair travel to see a ‘forgotten valley’ unmarked on all maps and ‘find themselves’. ‘Mudmen’ fits the film particularly well; ‘Free Four’ doesn’t even bother to try – every other track fits somewhere on the scale between these two extremes. As ever with these ‘travel’ themes ‘La Valee’ doesn’t really have an ending (the film simply stops once the valley is in sight, leaving more than one wag to claim that the movie budget must have suddenly run out that day) and isn’t really about the ‘natives’ they come across either (if anything, they’re the ‘normal’ characters the French couple have left behind; yes even when they’re wearing masks and feathers and are covered in mud – after all what’s more ‘earthy’ and least mystical than mud?!) The valley itself is unseen throughout the whole film for a reason – like many a 1960s and 70s cult movie it’s up to the audience to ‘fill in the holes’ and imagine their own Shangri-la, something which seems like a cheat to most modern viewers but was genuinely daring back then. To sum ‘La Valee’ up in one go – and to quote a phrase I coined for a creative writing class several years ago which I always hoped would come in handy one day – ‘it doesn’t matter who you are or where you want to be, the story’s in the journey and not what’s out at sea’.

The theme of missing out on something and finding that from mystical sources is a perfect one for the Floyd – much more so than the less straightforward plot of ‘More’ and ‘Obscured By Clouds’ is a close cousin to ‘Wish You Were Here’ with its themes of travel, alienation and despondency (and especially the album covers of ‘people who aren’t there’ – on this album it’s more than just the valley that’s obscured). Although none of the lyrics used in the Floyd’s songs seem to having to do literally with the film, they are more or less all linked to this theme in some way. For only the second time on a Floyd album Roger Waters writes most of them too – in fact all but Gilmour’s song. ‘Burning Bridges’ is an Echoes-like pop symphony in miniature (whose melody is re-used in ‘Mudmen’) full of haiku-like metaphors for someone breaking out of their earthly bonds. ‘The Gold It’s In The...’ does at least start out following the film (and the possibility of a sudden gold rush), but Waters is in too much of a hurry to spoil the non-ending of the film and gets in a lyric about the joy and excitement of travelling to new places. ‘Wots...Uh, The Deal’ is an unusually ungrammatical title for a very poetic and curious song, one that pits the earthly necessity of having to earn enough money to pay for the spiritual things you discover. ‘Childhood’s End’ is a more paranoid song about losing your way in life and getting turned into a different person as an adult than the one you hoped to be when you were young. ‘Free Four’ is arguably the first autobiographical Roger Waters song, with the first mention of the death of his father in World War II (a conscientious objector forced to fight against his wishes and killed at Anzio; see our review of ‘The Wall’ for more on that story) and gloomy references to the futile pointlessness of life when we’re all going to die some day anyway. Finally ‘Stay’ is an unusual story-song about the difference between a night before when the narrator falls in love with a groupie and she means everything to him and the morning after when he can’t even remember her name. Even this song is about identity, though, of ‘being there but not there’, of literally being ‘obscured by clouds’. Considering that the band only had two weeks to work on this project they nailed the key themes of the film pretty well and all the songs seem to fit together, somehow, much more so than on ‘More’ or even on a ‘proper’ non-soundtrack album like ‘Meddle’.

One other problem facing the Floyd was that they’d already started work on ‘Dark Side Of The Moon’ when they agreed to do the film and had indeed been playing the suite on the road for several months. That album must have sapped their creative energy badly (Pink Floyd were never as prolific as, say, The Kinks or The Beach Boys) and it was still only half done; basic recordings had taken place but, for instance, the ‘interview cards’ hadn’t yet been taped, the soulful girl singers hadn’t yet been added and songs like ‘On The Run’ and ‘Any Colour You Like’ still sounded lumpy and odd, more like their live version counterparts. Having already covered life in all its gloriousness, madness and mundaneness can’t have left the band many places to go (indeed, the malaise that affected the band after ‘Dark Side’ must be down, at least in part, to having felt there was little left to say). The amazing thing is that ‘Obscured By Clouds’ manages to touch on almost all the themes of its better known twin (love, travel, money, religion, madness - of a sort) without stepping on the toes of any of the other songs. Indeed, it might be working on this album in such a sudden, uninhibited burst that helped shape Waters’ creative energy into what he really wanted to say. If there’s one song from the two albums that share their DNA, though, it’s ‘Time’ – the song full of ticking clocks reminding us to start living our lives instead of drifting through them because we only have a short time to be here (hence the French couple going out on their trek in the first place). One of the ‘Obscured’ songs – ‘Childhood’s End’ – even recycles the same clock-ticking drum pattern just to reiterate that point.

That’s at least three future Pink Floyd million-sellers we’ve referred to already then: ‘Dark Side’ ‘Wish You Were Here’ and ‘The Wall’ (and did I mention how similar parts of ‘Stay’ is to ‘Pigs On The Wing’ from ‘Animals’?!) Far from being a simple throwaway, put-as-little-effort-into-it-as-possible typical soundtrack album with more instrumentals than any other Floyd album barring ‘More’, ‘Obscured By Clouds’ seems to have been treated like a stepping stone; a chance to air certain ideas that the band have never had the chance to develop till now, safe in the knowledge that none of their usual audiences (except maybe France) would pay any real attention to what they said. The sheer timescale of the project also means that the Floyd pull together more here than on perhaps any other project (though ‘Dark Side’ comes close). Roger Waters gets eight writing credits and one vocal (on ‘Free Four’); David Gilmour gets seven writing credits and three lead vocals; Rick Wright gets five writing credits and three vocals – about as even as it gets with Pink Floyd in this era. Another notable feature is how much of this album is sung in ‘harmony’.
Traditionally it tends to be first Syd Barrett and then Gilmour solo that makes for the key feature of Pink Floyd’s records, but this one mainly features Dave and Rick singing together in quite blissful harmony (given the fact that the two only knew each other vaguely through mutual acquaintance Barrett till Gilmour joined the band four years earlier, the vocal blend is extraordinary and sadly isn’t really mined again after this point, with this album and ‘Echoes’ all that remains). Gilmour’s admitted in the years since the band fell apart that his real love wasn’t the often avent garde sound-effects-and-big-ideas sound of the Floyd but the harmony-drenched Californian sound pioneered by such AAA bands as The Byrds and CSN (Crosby and Nash even make a special guest appearance on his last tour at the time of writing), but that naturally he had to mould his musical ideas around what the band had already been a success doing for 18 months before he joined the group. Whilst Gilmour arguably has less of a role on this album than most 70s Floyd albums, the band are clearly shopping around for new ideas and forms and Gilmour’s love of harmony is finally beginning to pay off for him (had the Floyd gig not turned out well for him I could see Gilmour becoming a mighty fine pedal-steel guitarist in a Jerry Garcia/Manassas vein). That’s not to forget how integral Rick’s vocals are to this album, however, as he too nails the harmonies perfectly here as if he’s been singing them forever (which is quite impressive given that, as an improvising atonal jazz musician who fell into rock and roll, neat clean-cut harmonies should be anathema to him). People have forgotten in the years since Rick was booted out of the band he co-founded in 1981 what an integral part of it he was and in many ways this is his best album (along with ‘Dark Side’ again), with two lovely songs that are chiefly his and arguably there’s even more of his keyboard playing on this album than Gilmour’s guitar (he should have had a solo credit on the closing ‘Absolutely Curtains’ for instance). To be fair, though, ‘Obscured By Clouds’ is a great ‘band’ album with all four men (or certainly all three singer-composers) taking turns to shine in the spotlight, a mix that will work very well once the band depart back to London to pick up work on ‘Dark Side’.

‘Clouds’ is also an album born to be played on the radio, a point that often gets missed by Floyd commentators down the years. Songs like ‘Free Four’ and The Gold It’s In The...’ in particular are closer to the more mainstream rock charts than anything the Floyd had done before, which seems odd given that the band had just spent the past six years making a name for themselves as a multi-layered mystical group and will, indeed, go back to exactly that role on their next LP. The short recording time is usually the reason given for this sudden shift in sound, but that’s not necessarily true: the recording of ‘More’ was equally fraught and tight on deadlines and that’s one of the band’s most out-there albums, full of band jams and long instrumentals as well as mood pieces similar to ‘Clouds’. It seems strange too that the band seem to have spent so long learning to play like any good American rock band of the time when, presumably, Schroeder hired them because of their signature sound (and could indeed have bought in lots of other bands if he’s wanted the ‘rock’ sound). To boot, ‘Clouds’ is arguably an even trippier film than ‘More’ – which at least had a beginning, middle and end, even if it doesn’t have what most people would recognise as a proper ‘plot’. I would suggest that the Floyd were more hurt by the rejection of their soundtrack for ‘Zabriskie Point’ the previous year than they let on. Director Antonioni was a far harder taskmaster than Schroeder and wanted far more control, so he ended up pushing the band into directions they wouldn’t normally go in and rejecting their most typically-Floyd work. It may be, then, that the band approached ‘Obscured’ with the mindset that they couldn’t possibly do what they’d always done – and I’m not sure if that’s a shame or not. Long-term Floyd fans tend to ignore ‘Clouds’ for being a little anonymous but there’s a reason that American radio stations started playing this album and giving the Floyd their first real success over there – these songs are much simpler and easier to grasp than normal, but at the same time they’re still fascinatingly different from the norm (what other band would write a song with the poetic, surrealistic lyric for ‘Burning Bridges’? Start an album with two near-enough identical instrumentals? Or finished with four full minutes of singing by the tribes of New Guinea (taken directly from the film?)

Overall, then, ‘Obscured By Clouds’ is no masterpiece and even a novice could probably tell you that ‘Dark Side’ is the Pink Floyd album of 1972 where all the time and money got spent and that this film soundtrack was just an afterthought. All that said, though, this is a very good afterthought and it’s a shame both that this album became ‘obscured’ by the next release and that Pink Floyd never got to do another film soundtrack after this (among the most visual and atmospheric but least literal and ‘story’ based bands, the Floyd were born for work of this sort with a sensitive director telling a ‘meandering’ rather than a specific story). Personally I like this soundtrack album more than ‘More’, which tries a little too hard to be ‘wacky’ and outrageous, although I still reckon that the intended complete soundtrack to ‘Zabriskie Point’ the previous year (most of which was thrown out by director Antonioni and replaced with more mainstream bands) might just have the edge and – indeed – is one of the best things the band ever did (even if ‘Crumbling Land’ is the only substantial bit of Floyd music to actually make it into the film). Like many of the best Pink Floyd albums, much of this album is ‘all in your mind’, full of cryptic clues like some convoluted jigsaw puzzle you can immerse yourself into finishing, although its undeniably less concrete and ‘complete’ than the big hitters that came later, as you’d expect from a soundtrack album. To many fans worldwide, France’s claim that ‘Obscured By Clouds’ is one of the best Pink Floyd albums might seem to be over-selling it a bit, even though that’s a view shared by drummer Nick Mason (although it might be that he’s looking back fondly on the period rather than the LP – arguably Pink Floyd never got on or pulled together more than in 1972). Then again, the UK fans’ sheer ignorance of this record isn’t right either – there won’t be an all-out ‘bad’ Pink Floyd album till 1987 anyway, but even in between two of the band’s biggest sellers this album holds its own for the most part (although there are perhaps one or two too many instrumentals for this to be a truly must-have purchase). Perhaps the Americans have got it right: a fascinating stepping stone to greater things that helped break the band and make them stars but, ultimately, the true starshine is to come in the future...

The title track of ‘Obscured By Clouds’ is the most uncharacteristic song here – and more or less the least Floydian song of their whole catalogue (give or take the Gilbert and Sullivan-esque ‘The Trial’ from ‘The Wall’). It’s a moody and noisy rock instrumental that sounds closer to heavy metal and Metallica than anything the Floyd ever did, with only Rick’s swirling organ and Roger’s bleating angry synthesisers giving the band sound away. Gilmour fares particularly well here, his usually metallic-sound suiting the new setting and Waters’ first real use of a synth on this track is a clear precursor to the sound of ‘On The Run’ and ‘Welcome To The Machine’ especially. Someone seemed to like this track anyway – it was often heard in concerts of the time as a medley with next song ‘When You’re In’ and more than one Floyd biographer reckons that a 1980s Gilette commercial in the UK bears more than a little similarity to the organ-part on this song. You have to say, though, that even as a ‘filler’ mood piece for a film soundtrack album there’s far too little going on here and the decision to make this song not only the first track on the album but the first chief song heard in the film’s opening credits (when all the audience has to gaze at are zillions of trees and some production credits) is a poor one. If you’re one of the lucky few who owns a copy of the film try playing it with ‘Burning Bridges’ in this opening scene and you’ll find the effect works much better.

‘When You’re In’ is only a gnat’s crotchet away from ‘Obscured By Clouds’, slightly louder and rockier and less laid back. There are differences between the two tunes (the first sounds like it belongs in an action documentary, the second from an ice cream commercial), but not that many – indeed the Floyd could have made a great song if they’d treated the first track as the ‘verse’ and second as the ‘chorus’ and added some words to them both. The instrumentation is the same in both, although the organ is now much louder than the synthesiser, so quite why there should be such a change in the writing credits (‘Obscured’ is credited to Waters and Gilmour; ‘When You’re In’ to the full band) is a mystery to me. I must admit I don’t know where in the film this track comes, although I have read that it’s heard straight after the opening song and is accompanied by yet more trees, in which case this must surely be the least interesting opening to a film since ‘Mama Mia’. Thankfully the album gets better from hereon in...

In fact I would stake a claim that ‘Burning Bridges’ is – along with ‘Remember A Day’ and ‘Fat Old Sun’ – the most unfairly neglected Floyd song in the band’s whole catalogue. Rick Wright’s swirly organ tune is beautiful (and thankfully we hear it a second time unadorned of voices in the instrumental ‘Mudemen’ to come) and Roger Waters’ lyrics are some of the best he ever wrote, saying nothing yet saying everything in pure Floyd fashion. The theme of the song is of letting your past go and embracing an unknown future with both hands – something that’s loosely related to what’s going on in the film (as Vivienne leavesw home for adventure) but is so much more than this. The lyrics aren’t about concrete changes but shifts in attitude that suddenly allow a whole new level of meaning in life to unfold. Waters’ lyrics are better than any poetry I ever studied at school, with lovely lines such as ‘Bridges burning brightly, merging with the shadow, flickering between the lines’ that are the perfect accompaniment for Wright’s shimmering melody. The band performance is wonderful, too, with Wright and Gilmour’s voices merging beautifully (unusually, though, Rick takes the bottom and Dave the top line) and Gilmour’s hauntingly beautiful guitar solo is note-perfect, like the narrator’s soul wearily waking from a long slumber and tentatively stretching out towards a new unknown. Listen out, too, for the first appearance of several of Roger’s favourite themes to come on lines like ‘walls that once were high’ and ‘magic vision stirring, kindled by the burning flames’ (‘Flickering Flame’ is the name of the Roger Waters best-of out on the market). Waters and Wright were in many ways polar opposites as people, aggressive and passive respectively, and it’s obvious why their time as writing partners was shorter than between Gilmour and Waters and Gilmour and Wright. But just as with the equally unlikely writing partnership between Beach Boys and cousins Dennis Wilson and Mike Love the need to look for a common ground brings out the best in both men, as they try to sound more like each other. While not quite as deep or as moving as ‘Us and Them’, ‘Burning Bridges’ is a good example of just how moving their work together could be and how Waters’ mysticism and intellectual debates never sounded quite as moving as when they were being accompanied by Wright’s heart-tugging key changes and use of harmonics. A highly under-rated track and probably the best song on the album, one that tells us just enough story and realism to entice us but not enough to make this song sound ordinary or earthbound at all. Had the Floyd chosen this song as the template for the new sound they were looking for I wouldn’t have been disappointed at all.

‘The Gold It’s In The...’ sounds like it’s by a completely different band. Gilmour’s surprisingly loose double-tracking (one of the few parts of this album that sounds rushed – generally Gilmour is one of the most accurate double-trackers in the business) and multi-layered guitar dominates a song that’s as mainstream rock as the Floyd ever got. Waters relishes the chance to write some more earth-bound and harder-edged lyrics for once, too, while Nick Mason proves once again what a fine straightforward rock drummer he could have been with another band. However this early prototype for ‘Breathe’, which has the message to live our lives now instead of waiting for an opportunity to come along that never will, never quite comes off. Roger’s never been a writer who sounds too convincing when writing in the first person and this attempt to ‘get into the heads’ of the characters in the film off for excitement is the only proper ‘song’ here that sounds ‘forced’ and written to a formula in a hurry. The only real Floydian aspect, apart from the guitar, are the lines about ‘everybody searching for something’ (which could be a line from ‘Breathe’) and Roger’s idea of how to write basic rock lyric patter (‘See the sea gulls wheeling in their far distant skies’). The ending is peculiar too: ‘Count me in on the journey but don’t expect me to stay’ – as we’ve said before the whole crux of ‘La Valee’ is that the characters don’t have to travel to a place on a map to ‘find’ a new way of looking at the world (they find a new way of life on the journey instead). But surely this is giving the game away a little too easily? And why wouldn’t the narrator want to ‘stay’ in a place that’s taught him a new and better way of experiencing life? (That’s hardly the sort of line I’d expect from a pleasure-seeking, fun-loving person anyway, who even adds the very un-Floydian line ‘I’ll get my kicks on the way’ at the end of the second verse). I’d love to know what director Schroeder thought of this song – there he was probably hoping for another stream-of-conscious thought on the theme of finding civilisation in your heart and not on a map and instead he got Creedence Clearwater Revival!

‘Wot’s....Uh, The Deal?’ is another neglected song, which manages to be both earthbound and high-falluting, beautiful and atonal, yet mainstream and eccentric all at the same time. Waters’ lyric is similar to ‘Echoes’ in the sense that a ‘stranger’ ‘on the outside looking in’ is waiting for spiritual redemption, but the only way they can find it is by good old fashioned materialism. The narrator sounds quite at home asking for spiritual rebirth, for having ‘my lead turned into gold’ by some sudden flash of inspiration as to the deeper meaning of life, but deeply uncomfortable dealing with the realities of life, ‘tr5ying to make it to the next meal’ and ‘flashing the readies, wot’s...uh, the deal?’ Never has the real world sounded so strange, uncompromising or alien and it’s only finding love in the last verse that finally seems to quell the narrator’s desire for change and searching and lets him feel like a participator rather than observer of life (‘Now I’m on the inside looking out’). It’s quite a relief when we reach the end and some sort of resolution, even though that only seems to come through death (‘There’s no wind left in my soul and I’ve grown old!’) and you’d hardly describe this rather laidback song as tortured or out-of-control (it’s as serene-but-not as the similar juxtaposition between the harsh observations and beautiful laidback melody in ‘Us and Them’, although missing the harsher contrasting middle eight). A fascinating attempt at doing something different, I haven’t seen ‘Deal’ in the context of the film but I bet it works well – certainly it’s the one song here that suggests the band properly studied the work that had gone into the film and the concepts raised by it. The band performance is perhaps a shade too perfunctory to get the most out of the song and its sad to hear Gilmour singing with himself instead of with Rick (whose voice might have suited this song more). There’s also a curious fade-out where Rick suddenly starts playing a nifty little organ part on the fade, which begs the question, why bother to overdub something you can hardly hear, hasn’t been heard in the rest of the song and – with its twinkling brightness – seems totally at odds with all that has gone before it? Still, for all its faults and it’s rather ungrammatical title, there’s plenty to admire in ‘Wot’s...Uh, The Deal?’ (was this the Floyd’s response when the engineer asked them what the track was called perhaps and they had to think a bit? Gilmour sings this very phrase with a real chuckle in his voice as if its a bit of an in-joke) which is one of the better created Floyd songs if not quite given the full beauty treatment it deserved.

Side one ends with ‘Mudmen’, one of the best AAA instrumentals around. Instead of being simply a repeat of the tune from ‘Burning Bridges’ without the vocals the band re-record it in fine style, playing the phrase on several extra instruments (including a synthesiser and what sounds like a celeste) and really getting to grips with what must be one of the loveliest melodies Rick ever wrote. Gilmour is right on the money, too, adding some electric guitar that adds a real fire and flame to the song, just on the right side of descending into feedback. The sudden moment when the band stop drifting and suddenly surge into the song as one some 90 seconds in is one of the most exhilarating moments of the whole album and the resolution (which sounds like we’ve gone through a ‘mirror’ and everything is playing backwards’, with the celeste now playing the guitar parts and vice versa) is not only a clever trick to keep things interesting but the perfect accompaniment for the film (in one of the few bits I have seen this is where the natives, dressed up as ‘mudmen’ to appease their Gods, suddenly don’t seem so strange and it’s the white European customs like class and money that seem so strange and alien). The poor actors in mudmen costumes aren’t really built to perform this song like a ballet, but that’s exactly how it sounds on record. One of the band’s better ideas for the film, this is a truly beautiful piece of music that almost sounds as strong as the ‘Burning Bridges’ version, despite not possessing the gift of one of Roger’s better lyrics. A bit of trivia for you too: despite the sheer range of changing writing partnerships and publishing credits the Floyd used over the years this is one of only two Floyd songs credited to soulmates Rick and Dave. The other is ‘Marooned’, from ‘Division Bell’ in 1994 and I would stake my Pink Floyd t-shirt collection on that instrumental being deliberately started to ‘sound a bit like that organ thing we did on that bonkers film’ (though not quite as effortlessly made and therefore not quite as good).

‘Childhood’ End’ is one of the few Floyd songs credited solely to Gilmour (until he’s the only songwriting member of the band left in 1987 anyway) and it’s quite unlike the other clearly Gilmour-led songs the band recorded. For a start, it’s not a pastoral acoustic guitar lilting ballad and nor does it feature the ‘Californian’ style harmonies Gilmour was so into at the time. It is, however, a song about childhood, which is a theme Gilmour seemed to have picked up from his friendship with Syd Barrett (who wrote about little else during his short time leading the band) and so is a very Floydian-so0ng, albeit with a harsher, angrier tone than usual. Allegedly the song is based on an Arthur C Clarke story of the same name, but having read it too (it’s amazing how many fellow sci-fans became musicians) I can’t say there’s too much of a link there except for a civilisation ‘falling’ because its too far removed from the source that made it grow in the first place (actually Asimov’s ‘Foundation’ septology is a better bet for a template – and a more enjoyable read I have to say). Gilmour’s song is unusual in asking a lot of questions (something usually done by Waters’ work) and frequently repeating the word ‘you’, although I’m sure I’m not the first person to think that the guitarist is clearly writing to himself here. The theme is, a little like ‘Time’, the idea that the corrupt adult world and flawed human system for living together shapes us into quite different people to what we would have been as children as ‘fantasies merge with harsh realities’ and therefore is very Ray Davies-like too. However even in their hard rock period The Kinks would never have come up with something quite this nasty or this despondent-sounding; the whole atmosphere is one of doom and gloom (after all, how many other songs end with a line that effectively says ‘of course none of this really matters because if even if we get it together we can’t stop the world from ending one day anyway so we might as well not bother’). Talking of ‘Time’, if Nick Mason’s opening drum pattern sounds familiar then that’s because it’s exactly the same as the opening of the ‘Dark Side’ track; reviewers usually say, ‘well – they thought it sounded good so they recycled it on ‘Time’, but not so: Mason had been playing this riff live on that song for a while and might even have added it to tape by now. For starters, this pattern doesn’t need to be there – Mason plays his normal drums on top – but its clearly essential to ‘Time’ (and therefore must have been there at least near the beginning of its creation). It seems more likely to me that the Floyd knew their fans would pick up on the similarities and so added a little ‘link’ for them. Both songs touch on very similar themes, after all, although Waters is a little more poetic and less heavy-handed with his words (Gilmour won’t write his own words for the band again till the 1990s and even then they’re mainly written by his wife Polly Samson although they’re not that bad here, he just doesn’t have Waters’ natural flair for memorable and deep-but-understandable couplets). Another oddball song, but it’s heart is in the right place and fans of the Floyd’s heavier sound will find much to admire.

So far in this review you could argue that Pink Floyd are looking for a new direction, not withstanding the fact that half of the ‘Dark Side’ has already been lit by this time. Amazingly its ‘Free Four’ that provides it, despite it being the one track here that sticks out like a sore thumb. Roger Waters’ less commercial tones sing a simple pop song dripping in sarcasm as what sounds light and breezy on first listen is actually a song about death (even more amazingly this song became the Floyd’s biggest hit to date in America, which might be a clue as to why it became their main template from hereonin, even though death and sarcasm is not meant to sell. Yeah right!) ‘Free Four’ doesn’t sound like a hit song. It’s verses are clunky by Floyd standards, the funny title seems to be deeply anti-commercial (so-named because you can hear the band counting in ‘...three, four’ when the song starts) and the lyrics poke fun at other pop friendly bands selling their souls for fame (‘All aboard for an American tour – and maybe you can make it to the top!’) Perhaps it’s simply that no one had ever made a song quite like this before that made it take off? Either way its the first real chance Roger gets to start talking about events close to him, such as the death of his father Eric Fletcher Waters in the Second World War (see our review for ‘The Wall’ for more – much more – on this subject) ‘buried like a mole in a foxhole’ despite being a leading socialist who warned everyone about Hitler decades before the war started and campaigning against war as a conscientious objector. In fact in retrospect perhaps I can see why this song took off – by 1972 Vietnam was the most talked about subject in America, with everyone of all ages and backgrounds having their own view of things, and although we know now several hundred references later that Waters is casting his mind back further than the present day, that’s probably not how it sounded to people at the time. The song also manages to skirt round a radio ban for being just vague enough not to criticise directly, while at the same time not flinching from the details. The result is a song that sounds both catchy and deep, a website catchphrase which usually refers to a good thing, but here neither the poppy winning melody or the harsh lyrics belong together and the crunching atonal single note of synthesiser feedback isn’t fooling anyone that they do. That’s a shame because the best of Waters’ lyric deserves better. The image of a man ‘shuffling in the gloom of the sick room and talking to yourself as you die’ is better yet than what will appear on ‘Time’ and the idea of life passing ‘in the twinkling of an eye, 80 years with luck or even less’ is a mighty pioneering statement in an age when pop music was still about youth and being young. In fact, to accelerate five or so years, its ‘Free Four' and 'Time’ specifically with their talk of age and decay coming to all of us that you sense that the Sex Pistols were railing against with their ‘I hate Pink Floyd T-shirts’ and they actually got to the battle cry ‘no future for you (or indeed any of us) much earlier. Sadly, though, ‘Free Four’ can’t sustain its ideas as well as ‘Time’ – there’s no variation to keep our interest and a third verse about the band sleepwalking their way into another tour sound flippant when compared with ‘Time’s lines about ‘hanging on in quiet desperation’. Still, this song is important for two reasons: showing the band that they can get onto American radio using ideas like this and giving Waters the confidence to start taking over more and more of the band’s sounds (it speaks volumes that this is the only song on perhaps the Floyd’s most collaborative album with a sole writing credit – and it’s Waters’, not for the last time in Pink Floyd history). Quite where this all fits in with the film, by the way, is anyone’s guess: according to the few reviews I’ve seen of the film, it simply doesn’t try.

‘Stay’ doesn’t have much to do with the film either, although at least in this scene the pair of lead characters do want each other to ‘stay’. Bored middle class housewife Vivienne is far from the right person to play the ‘groupie’ to Rick Wright’s befuddled rockstar, although the song does kind of fit the theme of the futility of life. This song cleverly juxtaposes the night before (when the narrator was deeply in love and obsessed by a girl he’s just met) with the morning after (when he can’t even remember her name). Musically too this song comes in two sections: a sweet, reflective, hazy verse and a sudden stabbing chorus full of regret and despair over whether the narrator will ever find the love of his life. I’d always assumed that Rick wrote the music and Roger the words (that’s how they worked on ‘Burning Bridges’ and ‘Us and Them’ after all), but Toby Manning in his excellent ‘Rough Guide’ to the band puts forward the idea that Waters wrote the music to the verse and Wright the chorus, and vice versa for the lyrics. Certainly both words and music sound more than a little similar to Rick’s ‘Summer ‘68’ (a track from ‘Atom Heart Mother’ – and do see our album review of that record if you have a spare minute or two, it stars the cow from the front cover!) but with a lyrical kiss off and natural style that’s more like Waters’ work (‘Wrack my brain, try to remember your name, to find the words to tell you goodbye’). Rick sings the song throughout and does well on his last full lead vocal on a Pink Floyd song until as far away as 1994, even if his mispronunciation of the line ‘Morning dews, new born day’ did confuse one or two fans into thinking the band had suddenly become anti-Semitic. Thoroughly pleasant, but not really all that memorable, ‘Stay’ is a funny mixture of the memorable and forgettable which, given the circumstances, seems strangely apt.

The record then ends with another Rick Wright special, ‘Absolutely Curtains’, for which the keyboardist should have received sole billing (a few rattles from Nick Mason’s drums is the only other sound on the track. As the climax to ‘La Valee’ the film, this piece works rather well, with an aura of weary travelling ending in misty mountains that only slowly give up their secrets and the revelation that the ‘hidden valley’ (which we never actually see) is one like all the others (but seems different because of the experiences the characters have gone through) is about as good an ending as a film like this can have (even if it does end rather abruptly). As the climax of an album, however, this is flimsy stuff, with three minutes of triple-tracked organs pulsating round each other and the only real thing of substance of show here is the lovely mournful organ part at the centre. Unfortunately a word that sounds like ‘surprise’ but probably isn’t (does Papa New Guinea have a word for ‘abracadabra’?) ushers in the second half, which is simply two minutes of chanting by the natives from the film. Had the Floyd carried on playing and backed the locals by turning this into a song or an East-meets-West dual piece of music it could have worked well. Unfortunately the two sides don’t belong together, the locals sound bored and dispirited rather than unified and joyous and the album ends on a very sudden note, with the cycle seemingly cut in the middle (had I only known this album from the CD mix then I’d have assumed that this is one of those vinyl LPs that goes round on a loop until you take the needle off the record, but no – my old vinyl copy did exactly the same thing). By the way if you like this piece (and many Floyd fans do, funnily enough), check out George Harrison’s soundtrack to the ‘Wonderwall’ film, which features several dead ringers for this song (and I’m not the first biographer to point out how similar the ‘quiet ones’ of the Beatles and the Floyd were to each other). Also, why is this track called ‘Absolutely Curtian’s instead of something more accurate (like ‘The End Of The Journey’) or something more Pink Floydlike (such as ‘Untying The Gordian Knot Of Infinity While Several Species of Mud-Covered Natives Gather Together In A Valley And Groove With A Mellotron And A Pict’) instead?

Overall, then, how do you make sense of an album scored for a film that about 99% of you have probably never seen, that was released a mere nine months before ‘Dark Side Of The Moon’ meant half-baked-mud albums like this one seem sloppy by anyone (not just the Floyd) and which is bookended by the most contemporary heavy metal instrumental and an anachronistic cross between a travelogue and a church service? It’s easy to see why ‘Obscured By Clouds’ gets obscured, so to speak – there are after all four instrumentals here from a ten track album and of full songs only ‘Burning Bridges’ ‘Wot’s....Uh The Deal’ and ‘Childhood’s End’ approached the band’s best work. But for all it’s faults and its uneasy attempts to have the Floyd sound like every mainstream wannabe rock act one minute and heading down loopy paths even for the Floyd the next, there’s something likable about this album. ‘Bridges’ and ‘Mudmen’ especially sport one of the greatest melodies in their whole pantheon of great melodies (even if they both sport the same melody) and Waters’ lyrics may have been written in a hurry but they show more care and thought across this project than the months spent working on albums like ‘Meddle’ and ‘Ummagumma’. Even the poorest parts of the record aren’t that bad either, they’re just slightly dull and lacklustre rather than overwhelmingly misjudged and that’s actually something I can’t say about better known and better loved albums like ‘Wish You Were Here’ or even ‘The Wall’ that make a few mistakes as well as showing genius at work. When Nick Mason says this is his favourite Floyd album many fans think he’s joking but, in the right mood, with plenty of understanding as to why the short deadlines mean this album isn’t perfect and an ability to overlook one or two mistakes, ‘Obscured By Clouds’ is a highly likable record that deserves to be many other fans’ favourite too. It will never be my favourite Floyd record (how can anything beat the sheer invention, wit and imagination of ‘Piper At The Gates Of Dawn’? And how can you think ‘Meddle’ is one of the greatest albums for including the 23 minute perfect prog rock epic ‘Echoes’, even with all the lesser stuff on side one. Meanwhile ‘Dark Side Of The Moon’ and ‘The Wall’ are two of the only AAA ‘mega-huge’ albums deserving their title unlike, say, ‘Pet Sounds ‘Sgt Peppers’ ‘Harvest’ or ‘Brothers In Arms’), but I can see why it might be other people’s and I do think that ‘Obscured By Clouds’ more than deserves it’s time in the spotlight to be obscured no longer, whether by meteorological entities, impossible-to-find tie-in films or Dark Sides of mega-selling follow-up albums.

A Now Complete List Of Pink Floyd and Related Articles To Read At Alan’s Album Archives:

'Piper At The Gates Of Dawn' (1967)  http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-13-pink-floyd-piper-at-gates-of.html

'A Saucerful Of Secrets' (1968) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2011/10/news-views-and-music-issue-118-pink.html

'More' (1969) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/10/pink-floyd-more-1969.html

'Ummagumma' (1969) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2011/02/news-views-and-music-issue-90-pink.html

'Atom Heart Mother' (1970) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2009/01/news-views-and-music-issue-18-pink.html

'The Madcap Laughs' (Barratt) (1970) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2011/05/news-views-and-music-issue-101-syd.html

'Meddle' (1971) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-50-pink-floyd-meddle-1971.html

‘Obscured By Clouds’ (1972) http://www.alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/pink-floyd-obscured-by-clouds-1972_3681.html

'Dark Side Of The Moon' (1973) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/12/pink-floyd-dark-side-of-moon-1973.html

‘Wish You Were Here’ (1975) https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/pink-floyd-wish-you-were-here-1975.html

‘Animals’ (1977) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/pink-floyd-animals-1977.html

'The Wall' (1980) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-76-pink-floyd-wall-1979.html

'The Final Cut' (1983) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/05/pink-floyd-final-cut-1983.html

'A Momentary Lapse Of Reason' (1987) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2013/12/pink-floyd-momentary-lapse-of-reason.html

'Amused To Death' (Waters) (1992) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-96-roger-watters-amused-to-death.html

'The Division Bell' (1994) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2009/11/news-views-and-music-issue-47-pink.html

'Immersion' Box Sets (Dark Side Of The Moon, Wish You Were Here and The Wall) (2011/2012) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/news-views-and-music-issue-144-pink.html

Rick Wright Obituary and Tribute: http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008_09_07_archive.html

The Best Unreleased Pink Floyd Recordings http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/the-best-unreleased-pink-floyd-songs.html

Surviving TV Clips 1965-2014 http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2016/10/pink-floyd-surviving-tv-clipsfilm.html

Non-Album Songs 1966-2000 http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2016/10/pink-floyd-non-album-songs-1966-2009.html

Live/Solo/Compilation Albums Part One 1965-1978 http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2016/10/pink-floyd-livesolocompilation-albums.html

Live/Solo/Compilation Albums Part Two 1980-1989 http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2016/10/pink-floyd-livesolocompilation-albums_31.html

Live/Solo/Compilation Albums Part Three 1990-2015 http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2016/11/pink-floyd-livesolocompilation-albums.html

Landmark Concerts and Key Cover Versions http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2018/06/pink-floyd-landmark-concerts-and-key.html

Essay: Why Absence Makes The Sales Grow Stronger http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2018/05/pink-floyd-essay-why-absence-makes.html