Introduction:Pink Floyd’s album “Animals”, for me, might stand alone as the most singular achievement of the rock ‘n’ roll era. I’ve always argued that Pink Floyd were not a rock band, but the first act of what several decades later eventually came to be called “post-rock”—artists grounded in the language and conventions of rock but doing their own thing with it—and never did they push the boundaries of rock music further from its beginnings, while still staying true to its basic visceral nature, than on “Animals”.Culminating their epic series of classic 1970s albums, each of which further developed the musical experiments of the last, “Animals” was about as far as they, or anyone, would ever take it without completely untethering from the fundamentals that made rock music great, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the band famously began to fracture almost immediately afterwards, or that their remaining output during their slow dissolution over the next few years consisted entirely of much more conventional pop-rock such as “The Wall”—certainly still adventurous for pop, but no more than that. I really thought “Animals” was the sound of one of the most talented musical ensembles of a very fertile period for popular music reaching the goals they’d set out towards years earlier. With “Animals”, they were no longer “experimental”—the experiment was over, and it was a success. And the final outcome was absolutely masterful. From the songwriting, to the ensemble musicianship, to the studiocraft, everything together.I’m pretty sure anyone who’s friends with me doesn’t need that kind of an introduction, or to be told that “Animals” consists primarily of only three long songs, each named after an animal representing a segment of society—”Dogs”, “Pigs (Three Different Ones)”, and “Sheep” (and briefly bookended by two halves of a very short acoustic fourth song, “Pings On The Wing”, serving as the intro and outro of the album). Lyrically, it was the first time songwriter Roger Waters narrowed his personal and humanistic focus from general concerns about modernity (time, money, war, the music business, all previously addressed in broad but detached terms) to more personally call out much more specific currents he saw in society (and even, elliptically, certain individual people, such as reactionary British ideologue Mary Whitehouse, criticized by name in “Pigs”, in Waters’s first-ever lyrical reference to someone outside the band’s direct inner circle), but had not yet begun his later Lennon-esque trajectory of becoming much less poetic and lyrical and more pointed, literal, and emphatically direct about the specifically activist aims of his songwriting.Well, anyway, I didn’t set out to write a review, and “Animals” in particular is an album that talking about can accomplish only so much, since its success lies in a synthesis of music, lyrics, and ensemble playing that transcends prose and speaks best for itself. But, perhaps visual illustration may still be able to contribute some additional perspective. —Mike February 2024 Part I ~ Click any image to enlarge ~ AI image copyright infoUnder current US copyright law, unaltered AI-generated images are not copyrightable. However, all AI-generated content on this site has been subjected to a subsequent creative process of manual human edits and alterations, bringing them back into the realm of human authorship. All original content on this site, including AI-assisted images, is ©2024 Michael Kupietz.Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air You better watch out, there may be dogs about I've looked over jordan and I have seen Things are not what they seem What do you get for pretending the danger's not real? Meek and obedient... ...you follow the leader... ...down well-trodden corridors... ...into the valley of steel. What a surprise, a look of terminal shock in your eyes Now things are really what they seem No, this is no bad dream (Interlude: The Lamb’s Prayer)The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want He maketh me down to lie Through pastures green, He leadeth me the silent waters by With bright knives he releaseth my soul He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places. He converteth me to lamb cutlets For lo, he hath great power, and great hunger. When cometh the day, we lowly ones, Through quiet reflection and great dedication, Master the art of karate, Lo, we shall rise up, And then... ...we'll make... ...the buggers' eyes water. (End of interlude)Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream Wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead! You better stay home and do as you're told Get out of the road if you want to grow old Mike Kupietz , a reluctant scion of the postmodern age, is larger on the inside than the outside: perhaps not a composer, but a producer and arranger of sounds; nor a writer, but an avid writer-down; an occasional author of doggerel; an erstwhile urban hermit; and privately a man of very great ardor. He is, if now resigned to never succeeding at those personal and artistic pursuits he holds most dear, unwavering in his determination to fail at them as entertainingly as possible. He is currently in what he calls the "red bathrobe period" of his life. If you're wondering what all this has to do with FileMaker development or IT consulting: you done taken the wrong turn, this river don't go to Aintry—Mike's professional services are on his San Francisco FileMaker Pro consulting website. 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