The biggest compliment I can pay this track is that it is absolutely MADE for this curation! I love the jangling atmospherics of Waters’ guitar, and when the spoken vocals from an old man remembering a trip into No Mans Land during the First World War kick in, it’s really most affecting.
Be warned! This track finishes ultra abruptly…annoyingly so…but it’s just how it was recorded and a small price to pay for such a chilled piece. Love it.
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About the Curator: Richard Parsons
I grew up listening to music from the late 60’s onwards. Pirate pop radio; swapping LP’s with friends; exploring genres; daydreaming over the latest woofer and tweeter.
In reality I spent thirty years imparting imperfect knowledge of English literature and drama to young minds in school. Regrets? No. I loved teaching; loved the interaction with the pupils, and made lifelong friends as a result. And what better way to keep up to date with music? I always played stuff in my lessons, and as a result, I’d be bombarded with suggestions from my flock! “Sir! Have you heard…?”