At least this particular news story was sane enough to mention that the 27 disc set is for "hardcore" fans. Duh. Who ELSE would want this shit?
Put it this way, could the average person point out the four guys in the photo? NO. They could tell you all the Beatles or the Stones. They could probably point out Ray Davies in a Kinks photo at least. I think the percentage who could point out which one is Roger Waters would be very, very low.
This awful box of waste covers the group only through 1972? Jesus Fucking Christ, do they really think they have, what, about 24 hours of a legacy for their work in less than a decade? In less time than The Beatles were a group? That's a lot of nerve, even for "hardcore" fans.
Let's remember that 27 hours of Beatles outtakes would be way too much.
IF I'M BEING HONEST, even before it became The Roger Waters Nazi Preservation Society Band, Pink Floyd was nothing much. As I slogged my way through progrock slop, the ONLY album of theirs I bought, which I probably got in a dollar bin, was "Atom Heart Mother."
Who can name their hit singles? ANYONE?
The average person, inundated with THE WALL, THE WALL, THE WALL, THE WALL...would be hard pressed to name any pressing besides that fucking bore DARK SIDE OF THE MOON. And that's not a hit single. That's a tedious album that happened to arrive when people were taking drugs and listening to tedious albums.
Let's talk HIT SINGLES, like their contemporaries, The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Kinks, or even Boko Harum and Jethro Dull. Boko at least had the mammoth "Pale" and Dull had "Aqualung." And Stink Floyd had????
A quick glance shows one Top Ten single that almost nobody could sing along to, "See Emily Play." Then there's the Top Twenty "Arnold Layne," which sort of matches up to The Who's "Pictures of Lily" as a somewhat obscure and offbeat song hipsters could snicker about.
Compare that with the amount of singles from The Kinks, and The Kinks haven't burdened the world with a 27 disc set. What gall.
The two hit songs were by Syd Barrett, who probably is unknown to the average rock fan (as opposed to the "hardcore" Pink Floyd fan). Thanks to all the years without Syd, and with tedious progrock excess, thinks of the band as being fronted by Gilmour and Waters, with nobody else mattering much.
It seems that the other two songs that Pink Floyd got a lot of airplay for, were written by Mr. Acromegaly-Face himself, and released AFTER 1972: "Money" in 1973 and the God-awful "Brick" in 1979.
So, to sum it up, this is a 27-disc-set from an overrated group that had exactly FOUR songs in the Top Ten, which places them well below Herman's Hermits.
So we have a freak show for "hardcore fans," who are looked on as brain-damaged enough to spend all the money they make selling drugs or fixing toilets on their FAVORITE BAND.
The consolation that Pink Floyd is, like The Grateful Dead, a cash cow for meat heads, is that the normal surviving members of the band will get something out of it. Hopefully Roger will not hog (or pig float) the entire event, and the others will get some interview time and some decent royalty checks.
Merry Christmas, FOOLS. It's packaging like this that make record industry insiders cynical about the mentality of rock fans.
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