I don't feel particularly inclined to comment on this one. I think it's a human blight, but it's hard to say what qualifies. Genocide is a human atrocity. Dream Weaver is probably a qualified blight. But I will say that Gary works so hard on his facial expressionism that if you watch it without sound, you might find something in there to be entertained by.
This is a blog, though, so I feel obligated to talk about things when I'm up in this, you know what I mean? The horror-show beginning with the army of squiggly bugs is awesome beyond. I love that he doesn't move at all while he's playing keys and doing that sing like thing he does. He's like a Liberace statue emoting from within, while disconnecting completely from the outside world.
His vibrato is so strained that I worry for his constitution. The Gong player is a genius, though!
1976 must have been a starved year for popular music. I was only one when this thing happened, but if I'd known, I probably would have stayed in the womb an extra year and come on out with hope on my face knowing that brighter days lie ahead. Best Price $2.00.