Forget for a moment, if you will, Pink Floyd’s tendency towards the cosmic. By this I mean the epic flights into overdrive and sci-fi ambience we know so well. Despite the much-remarked-upon Barrett whimsy, it was this (anti-)gravitational pull that got them from “Astronomy Domine” to “Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun”, from “Echoes” to “The Great Gig in the Sky”. But hear me out: leave to one side the old prisms, bricks, and inflatable pigs and delve into a wrongly overlooked chapter in the band’s career.
Really, Pink Floyd’s soundtracks are supposed to be the dogs of their discography, two star albums sandwiched between far better-known, four- and five-star classics. But to disregard these soundtracks is, I think, not only to judge them against the Grand Floyd Narrative (honestly, most albums look disproportionately sketchy when set beside cultural behemoth that is Dark Side), it’s also to obscure their finer details.
In fact, up until maybe Dark Side, Pink Floyd were laying down tracks for celluloid almost as determinedly as they were for outer space. One of the band’s earliest breaks, of course, came with a sublime onscreen performance in the classic time-capsule Tonite Let’s All Make Love in London (1967). There followed music composed for a Kafka-esque short film called The Committee (1968) and three songs used in Antonioni’s Zabriskie Point (1968), where the likes of “Careful with that Axe, Eugene” can be found alongside Jerry Garcia and John Fahey (and during the sessions for which Richard Wright submitted an early version of “Us and Them”). Indeed a quick glance at the band’s IMDb entry shows just how congenial their floaty-rocking-fluidity was to a whole range of B- and Z-grade movies throughout the Seventies, appearing illicitly in everything from Kung Fu fare to Sharon in the Rough (1972) and Dominatrix Without Mercy (1976).
However, if we discount the revamped songs used for the film Pink Floyd—The Wall (1982) and the music the band later composed for the racing film La Carrera Panamericana (1992), neither of which ever saw release as an album, Pink Floyd produced just two full-fledged soundtracks in their time together. (Let’s also leave to one side, please, Dark Side’s supposed debt to The Wizard of Oz. Both of the Floyd OSTs were for films directed by Barbet Schroeder—More (1969) and Le Vallée (1972)—and both are much better than you think they are.
Pink Floyd :: Main Theme
Schroeder’s first outing as a director, More tells the tale of a folie au deux between a German drifter and an American expat as they follow a heroin-fuelled downward spiral in Ibiza. It’s a lot more remarkable than it sounds, particularly in the contrasting visuals of dead-end, post-‘68 Europe and sun-baked Mediterranean. Standing out too is the Sphinx-like intensity of Mimsy Farmer whose character introduces hard drugs into the fuck-the-world paradise the couple attempt to carve out for themselves. Indeed, Farmer is key to the interplay between the music and the visuals, here, as she struggles to keep the pain of her past addiction and self-destructiveness right below the surface until the third act. This volatility is not discernible in the matter-of-fact dialogue but rather in wordless glances and the way Farmer moves around her naïve, petty-criminal lover (directly after sleeping together in her Paris apartment, she says to him, “I’m going to Ibiza—I go tomorrow—Want to come with me?”). And the music Pink Floyd provides for the film captures perfectly this duality between beauty/liberation on the one hand and pain/addiction on the other. The shadowy, Can-like propulsion of the “Main Theme” knows what is coming and it knows it ain’t gonna be peace and love.
It is worth noting, in this respect, that Music from the Film More was the first album to be undertaken by the band minus Syd Barrett. These were musicians who needed no reminding of the ways in which the Sixties zeitgeist of tuning in and dropping out could have its casualties too. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the album sounds like their darkest turn up to that point. Hints of anarchy are everywhere, everything bordering on violence (fitting for a film that also involves a Nazi Doctor in hiding), whether it’s the Eurotrash flamenco of “A Spanish Piece” or the building dread and nightmare birdsong of “Cirrus Minor”. The murderous attack of “The Nile Song” seems likewise to be forever falling down a black hole, endlessly dropping away from itself. “Up the Khyber” meanwhile is a maddening Krautrock swirl devoid of any Carry On… jollity. Taken as a whole, the More OST makes for a surprisingly hard, angry, and unnerving little album—but rather like a drugged up love affair in Ibiza, it’s not without its moments of bliss and aching beauty, either. Chief among these reprieves is “Green is the Colour,” one of the more delicate and folky songs Pink Floyd ever recorded. Indeed it’s a credit to the music’s vulnerability that, even as an acid-dropping Mimsy Farmer dances to the tune onscreen, you recognize that this moment can’t last: the sun is going down and the waves are getting choppy.