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Bravo💐

fkn treasure

my very favorite vocalist

I am all over Yes, King Crimson, Gentle Giant, Genesis, Marillion (sorta), Bruford, Allan Holdsworth, Brand X, UK, Brian Eno, Del Amitri, Husker Du, Sugar -- all kinda things Bob Mould, David Bowie, Todd Rundgren, Earthworks, Urge Overkill, Frank Black and the Catholics, Uriah Heep, Tim Thompson, The Roches, Insiders -- and a ton of other bands nobody has ever even heard of. How could I get to be 67 years old and have never heard of this unreal band?!?

how much pain.......

One Great Meaningful Composition . Fantastic Drummer , Chopping a little Wood ! Never grow tired of The Undercover Man ... Thank You ! 🇺🇸♦️🇺🇸 ♦️💨

É o disco da minha vida.

My 1st time here. Steven Wilson's podcast, The Album Years, 1972, brought me here. I knew, I knew this voice. Peter Hamill collaborated with Jakko Jakzyk on some later stuff, that I was familiar with and have saved on a playlist. As I was listening, with headphones, mind you, I was mesmerized. Always looking for music that is new to me, even if it's 52 years old.

They were in my home in Milan 1972.

Simply the best

VDGG are dead... and we killed the best Prog Rock Super Group that ever was from the 1970s!!

...over the brink i fall!!🎲🎲

Well, they kept me wanting more. Stunning.

Super GREAT Legends !!! ART thank You!! Share

Grande hammill,grande band,hanno fatto loro strada senza cercare successo mediatico,solo per la musica

nós com eles inquietos subversivos apocalíticos ,lissergicas primaveras ,hoje sobreviventes e tantos os náufragos ...

Late 70s i worked with a crazy guy named Jim Reynolds who was a huge VDGG fan. He tried so hard to turn me on to them but honestly they were never my cup o' tea. Still aren't, but i respect their musicianship and total commitment. And where are you now Mr Reynolds, you putrid waste of flesh?

a good DVD! I saw them in Naples 1972....

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The Hohner Pianet. Not just an excellent electric piano, but aesthetically pleasing as well.

they were awesome before they weren't

This is the real fucking deal right here.

Grandissimi... Pawn Hearts è un disco da isola deserta!

Quite simply BRILLIANT

Hugh Banton is a real wizard.

デイブジャクソン脱退したのか？

Yikes. The likes never to be seen (or heard) again.

Peter Hammil, Hugh Banton, Jackson with his two saxos, are all pals from my youth and they will be forever

*A PLAGUE OF LIGHTHOUSE KEEPERS* I. Eyewitness Still waiting for my saviour, storms tear me limb from limb my fingers feel like seaweed...I'm so far out, I'm too far in I am a lonely man...my solitude is true my eyes have borne stark witness and now my knights are numbered too. I've seen the smiles on dead hands, the stars shine, but they're not for me. I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost.... I shine but, shining, dying, I know that I am almost lost. On the table lies blank paper and my tower is built on stone I only have blunt scissors, I only have the bluntest onde I've been the witness, and the seal of death lingers in the molten wax that is my head. When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking low You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths are solemnly directed straight at you. II. Pictures/Lighthouse (Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.) III. Eyewitness No time now for contrition, the time for that's long past. The walls are thin as tissue and if I talk I'll crack the glass. So I only think on how it might have been, locked in silent monologue, in silent scream Anyway, I'm much too tired to speak and, as the waves crash on the bleak stones of the tower, I start to freak.... ...and find that I am overcome... IV. S.H.M. 'Unreal, unreal!' ghost helmsmen scream and fall in through the sky, not breaking through my seagull shrieks... no breaks until I die the spectres scratch on window-slits hollowed faces, mindless grins only intent on destroying what they've lost. I craw the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall; my pail has sailed into the sea, no joking hopes at dawn. White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark and parallel my isolated tower no paraffin for the flame no harbour left to gain. V. The Presence of the Night 'Alone, alone, ' the ghosts all call, pinpoint me in the light. The only life I feel at all is the presence of the night. Would you cry if I died? Would you cry if I died? Would you catch the final words of mine? Would you catch my words? I know that there's no time I know that there's no rhyme... (false signs find me) I don't want to hate, I just want to grow; why can't I let me live and be free? but I die very slowly alone. I know no more ways, I am so afraid, myself won't let me just be myself and so I am completely alone. VI. Kosmos Tours The maelstrom of my memory is a vampire and it feeds on me now, staggering madly, over the brink I fall. VII. (Custard's) Last Stand Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door? I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find ashore... but how can I ever keep my feet dry? I scan the horizon I must keep my eyes on all parts of me. Looking back on the years it seems that I have lost the way Like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger now I am the stranger I stay in. All of the grief I have seen leaves me chasing solitary peace but I hold experience in my head I'm too close to the light I don't think I see right, for I blind me. VIII. The Clot Thickens WHERE is the God that guides my hand? HOW can the hands of others reach me? WHEN will I find what I grope for? WHO is going to teach me? I am me/me are we/we can't see any way out of here. Crashing sea/atrophied history: Chance has lost my Guinevere. I don't want to be one wave in the water But sea will drag me deep One more haggard DROWNED MAN... I can see the Lemmings coming, but I know I'm just a man; Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the best I may? IX. Land's End (Sineline) Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell I feel you around me, I know you well Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too stark I feel I am drowning, hands stretch in the dark. Camps of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of Choice? Where do I stand in the pageantry...whose is my voice? It doesn't feel so very bad now, I think the end is the start. Begin to feel very glad now: ALL THINGS ARE A PART ALL THINGS ARE APART ALL THINGS ARE A PART X. We Go Now Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh...

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What a pile of pretentious drivel. The singer at the Pianet has to be one of the most conceited, preening, self-regarding exhibitionists I have ever seen. The drummer and the organist are good, and deserve a better band, and I like the sax player's daft hat.

Insanely awesome!! First time seeing this shit. Beauty and Fury!! Greetings from Brazil

Love the bit at rhe end where peter has played his part,takes a sip of wine and strolls around lost un the aura that vdgg produce

Fucking brilliant!

Great band, but got stuck in one style. Still a great band to watch in the early 70's

i. Eyewitness Still waiting for my saviour, storms tear me limb from limb; my fingers feel like seaweed... I'm so far out I'm too far in. I am a lonely man...my solitude is true my eyes have borne stark witness and now my knights are numbered too. I've seen the smiles on dead hands-- the stars shine, but they're not for me. I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost.... I shine but, shining, dying, I know that I am almost lost. On the table lies blank paper/my tower is built on stone/ I only have blunt scissors/I only have the bluntest home.... I've been the witness, and the seal of death lingers in the molten wax that is my head. When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking low You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths are solemnly directed straight at you... ii. Pictures/Lighthouse (Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.) iii. Eyewitness No time now for contrition: the time for that's long past. The walls are thin as tissue and if I talk I'll crack the glass. So I only think on how it might have been, locked in silent monologue, in silent scream Anyway, I'm much too tired to speak and, as the waves crash on the bleak stones of the tower, I start to freak.... ...and find that I am overcome... iv. S.H.M. 'Unreal, unreal!' ghost helmsmen scream and fall in through the sky, not breaking through my seagull shrieks... no breaks until I die: the spectres scratch on window-slits-- hollowed faces, mindless grins only intent on destroying what they've lost. I craw the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall; my pail has sailed into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn. White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark and parallel my isolated tower.... no paraffin for the flame no harbour left to gain v. The Presence of the Night/Kosmos Tours 'Alone, alone, ' the ghosts all call, pinpoint me in the light. The only life I feel at all is the presence of the night. Would you cry if I died? Would you cry if I died? Would you catch the final words of mine? Would you catch my words? I know that there's no time I know that there's no rhyme... false signs find me I don't want to hate, I just want to grow; why can't I let me live and be free?..but I die very slowly alone. I know no more ways, I am so afraid, myself won't let me just be myself and so I am completely alone.... The maelstrom of my memory is a vampire and it feeds on me now, staggering madly, over the brink I fall. vi. (Custard's) Last Stand Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door? I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find ashore... but how can I ever keep my feet dry? I scan the horizon I must keep my eyes on all parts of me. Looking back on the years it seems that I have lost the way: Like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger ...now I am the stranger I stay in. All of the grief I have seen leaves me chasing solitary peace; but I hold experience in my head.... I'm too close to the light I don't think I see right, for I blind me.... vii. The Clot Thickens WHERE is the God that guides my hand? HOW can the hands of others reach me? WHEN will I find what I grope for? WHO is going to teach me? I am me/me are we/we can't see any way out of here. Crashing sea/atrophied history: Chance has lost my Guinevere.... I don't want to be one wave in the water But sea will drag me deep One more haggard DROWNED MAN... I can see the Lemmings coming, but I know I'm just a man; Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the best I may? viii. Land's End (Sineline)/We Go Now Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell; I feel you around me...I know you well. Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too stark; I feel I am drowning...hands stretch in the dark. Camps of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of Choice? Where do I stand in the pageantry...whose is my voice? It doesn't feel so very bad now: I think the end is the start. Begin to feel very glad now: ALL THINGS ARE A PART ALL THINGS ARE APART ALL THINGS ARE A PART.

this band would never have existed without david jackon

the intro with all the candles is just perfect.

Literally one of the best performances I've ever seen in my 40 years of life. Pawn Hearts is life changing and Peter Hammill is one of the greats.

Wow! Thank you so much for uploading this! Really takes me back...

Well Barclay James Harvest they ain't! Long may they reign.

VDG are involved with my neural network I can't say more than that!!!!

Best rock band ever

2 pirates a lynyrd skynyrd reject and a 19th century insane man make one of the greatest songs of all time

tra le prime cinque migliori band di tutti i tempi.

Masterpiece from the summer of my years.

I sense this TV broadcast was in proximity to Genesis playing at the same venue. Perhaps the Belgium TV station contracted the two Charisma label bands for showcasing their unique talents. VDGG was so original as was Pete Hammill's vocal. When I think of the prog years, Pete had the most unique vocal style of them all.