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?!?
@grigoli265316 күн бұрын
how much pain.......
@CarlFalcon-x1h21 күн бұрын
One Great Meaningful Composition . Fantastic Drummer , Chopping a little Wood ! Never grow tired of The Undercover Man ... Thank You ! 🇺🇸♦️🇺🇸 ♦️💨
@josecosta379223 күн бұрын
É o disco da minha vida.
@tlm843625 күн бұрын
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.
@deslandes129824 күн бұрын
Listen to the two following albuns: Godbluff and The silent Corner and the empty stage You're going to like it!
@robertozanconi136027 күн бұрын
They were in my home in Milan 1972.
@TimothyQuander28 күн бұрын
Simply the best
@saldada6928Ай бұрын
VDGG are dead... and we killed the best Prog Rock Super Group that ever was from the 1970s!!
@fredfuller2281Ай бұрын
...over the brink i fall!!🎲🎲
@dsmith9572Ай бұрын
Well, they kept me wanting more. Stunning.
@valeriyblinov1573Ай бұрын
Super GREAT Legends !!! ART thank You!! Share
@mia-eh8jxАй бұрын
Grande hammill,grande band,hanno fatto loro strada senza cercare successo mediatico,solo per la musica
@diogocasabaependiАй бұрын
nós com eles inquietos subversivos apocalíticos ,lissergicas primaveras ,hoje sobreviventes e tantos os náufragos ...
@mikekaufmann5311Ай бұрын
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?
@ArnaldoDeLisioАй бұрын
a good DVD! I saw them in Naples 1972....
@dragisaantic6568Ай бұрын
❤❤❤❤
@andrewwilliams95992 ай бұрын
The Hohner Pianet. Not just an excellent electric piano, but aesthetically pleasing as well.
@brucebennett53382 ай бұрын
they were awesome before they weren't
@ConnorStraderFilm2 ай бұрын
This is the real fucking deal right here.
@ginogiano80612 ай бұрын
Grandissimi... Pawn Hearts è un disco da isola deserta!
@jimcameron86512 ай бұрын
Quite simply BRILLIANT
@stettan12 ай бұрын
Hugh Banton is a real wizard.
@user-ln7ob4wx4g3 ай бұрын
デイブジャクソン脱退したのか?
@johnheppenstall49043 ай бұрын
Yikes. The likes never to be seen (or heard) again.
@philippeovart36543 ай бұрын
Peter Hammil, Hugh Banton, Jackson with his two saxos, are all pals from my youth and they will be forever
@fabianogrotto19833 ай бұрын
*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...
@christinapeter10014 ай бұрын
❤great
@Khayyam-vg9fw4 ай бұрын
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.
@theglensilver4 ай бұрын
Insanely awesome!! First time seeing this shit. Beauty and Fury!! Greetings from Brazil
@neilbuchanan93894 ай бұрын
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
@stephengarrity20924 ай бұрын
Fucking brilliant!
@roberthilsdon39004 ай бұрын
Great band, but got stuck in one style. Still a great band to watch in the early 70's
@danielaverbuck54754 ай бұрын
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.
@hervepeleraux38685 ай бұрын
this band would never have existed without david jackon
@pagnemian5 ай бұрын
the intro with all the candles is just perfect.
@h.p.dominocus5 ай бұрын
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.
@EdDunkle5 ай бұрын
Wow! Thank you so much for uploading this! Really takes me back...
@brucevair-turnbull80825 ай бұрын
Well Barclay James Harvest they ain't! Long may they reign.
@user-sf4wb3vs2h6 ай бұрын
VDG are involved with my neural network I can't say more than that!!!!
@as527556 ай бұрын
Best rock band ever
@funecheeseofficial35766 ай бұрын
2 pirates a lynyrd skynyrd reject and a 19th century insane man make one of the greatest songs of all time
@heliosnett79546 ай бұрын
I like "a lynyrd skynyrd reject".
@acornvillage1074 ай бұрын
I just laughed like a mad man
@insertnamehere1258Ай бұрын
Hilariously accurate
@giuseppefioravante35926 ай бұрын
tra le prime cinque migliori band di tutti i tempi.
@ashratempel50946 ай бұрын
Masterpiece from the summer of my years.
@jamescpotter6 ай бұрын
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.