UK first press 1977. Record and sleeve in nice condition.
Five tracks, zero filler, and more bile than a punk record. Floyd’s bleak masterpiece takes Orwell’s Animal Farm and turns it into a prog rock sermon about greed, control, and general human awfulness — all set to those sprawling guitar solos and thunderous basslines only they could pull off. It’s dark, heavy, and weirdly hypnotic, like being trapped inside a very expensive existential crisis.
FFO: King Crimson, Camel, Genesis (the good era), Yes, Porcupine Tree, and anyone who thinks side-long songs are perfectly reasonable behaviour.
