Pink Floyd: Live at Pompeii (1972)
Reviewed on 2009 January 2
Pink Floyd was something that I really didn’t appreciate until someone made a copy of Animals for me in college. I always liked Hendrix and other older stuff, but somehow I didn’t really “get” Floyd until I cued up “Dogs” and popped in the earphones while studying late one night. That was it; I started grabbing everything of theirs I could find. I was so focused on the music that I didn’t even know this thing existed, until one day I heard a version of “Echoes” that snuck under my radar, coming out of Mr. Shukti’s computer speakers. I thought he’d been holding something good out on me, but he was watching a BBC special on Pink Floyd. I wandered over to his desk and my jaw dropped when I saw the group playing in the Pompeiian ruins, and we ordered the movie that night. If you love Floyd, you need this movie.
This is probably going to be one of the shorter reviews on my site, because there’s no plot to analyze here; just Floyd doing their thing. It’s a mix of clips of the band being themselves on the road, interspersed with them jamming classics like “Careful with that Axe, Eugene” to some ’70s Lava Lamp-esque imagery. If you’re a fan this is a great way to spend a day after the holidays — just get a bowl of snack mix and enjoy. There are lots of choice bits from Meddle and earlier albums, and it’s all good (though my favorite part is that blistering rendition of “Echoes”).
On one level it’s about their amazing music. On another level, we get to see a young David Gilmour, hair flying and making his guitar scream like a groupie at Ozzfest.
Three chocolate morsels.