If Peter Sinfield’s portentous doom-laden lyrics had a frosty resonance in 1969, the fact that they seem even more relevant to the troubled world about us getting on for 50 years later, speaks to their universality. Away from such weighty ruminations, grown men, and the occasional woman, have been known to weep at the solemn march of the Mellotrons on this track as they make their way to the stately coda. A special moment.
If Peter Sinfield’s portentous doom-laden lyrics had a frosty resonance in 1969, the fact that they seem even more relevant to the troubled world about us getting on for 50 years later, speaks to their universality. Away from such weighty ruminations, grown men, and the occasional woman, have been known to weep at the solemn march of the Mellotrons...