Pink Floyd are one of the world's most successful rock bands of all time. After their breakthrough record, "The Dark Side Of The Moon", brought prog rock to the masses, they have never looked back, and their influence continues today in rock, ambient and techno music. "Pink Floyd: Glorious Torment" is an unofficial, intriguing review of their path to mega success, tracking too the dismay of Syd Barrett's decline and the battles and the glory of their music. Covering all the major events in their long career this great new book is accompanied by revealing and evocative images of the band.
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My kid was hauling this book around, so I borrowed it with much excitement... as much for my love of Pink Floyd as for my kid reading a cool book.
The writing is meh, kinda amateur, but the pictures and the subject material were entertaining and enlightening, a super quick read with a lot of info dump.
If you pulled an article from Teen Beat magazine and wedged it between two chunks of cardboard, you’d have this amateurish volume on a great band.
The level of journalism is pathetic and fan-zinesque with Ethan grinding out prose like a Fox News analyst’s “People are saying . . . “ type of reporting. Not a single interview of anyone in the band, just recycled stuff from the internet or something. I know. Roger Waters is an a-hole. Tell me something new or maybe let me come to my own conclusion. Instead we get tortured prose like this: “New boy he might have been, but the strength Sid Barrett’s personality . . . made him the group’s de facto leader” (33).
The second most obnoxious thing about this book is that, though full page photos bleed from every spread, not a single caption appears anywhere. Not one. Nada. Zero. So the members of this band, already rather shy and elusive in the press, are never identified even when they’re younger or less bald, and having read this entire volume I’m still not sure who is who. No captions means no dates or places either. You’re left with a lot of pretty pictures of God-knows-who doing God-knows-what God-knows-where.
Perhaps I shouldn’t complain since I bought this book off the Barnes & Nobles discount rack for three bucks. But if you’re thinking of doing the same or—God forbid—paying full price, buy yourself a nice cup of coffee instead.
The writing in this book was mediocre. Nothing bad about it but didn’t quite stand out. There was loads of information about the band so if you are one who enjoys knowing a bunch of trivia about there favorite bands I really suggest this book. One part of this book I really found outstanding was the pictures. Also I really enjoyed the quotes displayed throughout the book.