Conquistador. Procol Harum. 1967. Deram.
What begins as a critique of Western imperialism becomes, in an epiphanic flash, a disclosure of empathy. Conquistador generates real listener excitement from its outset, a four beat introduction leading to Gary Brooker’s interrogative vocal, the sort of imploring probe we apply to all historical documentation as it begins revealing its sonorous evidence of real time narratives. Keith Reid’s lyric opens with an unnamed narrator’s first glimpse of the titular war monument, along with the biased observation, “like some angel’s hallowed brow, you reek of purity.” The line suggests a candidly modern skepticism of archaic European explorers’ destiny, a humanist perspective of the pompous colonialist ideal. Together with Robin Trower’s rhythm guitar and Brooker’s piano, staccato rhythm propels the narrator’s tale as it drifts from the present to the distant past and back again, a through line from the conqueror’s quixotic mission-oriented drive to the narrator’s steely, clear-eyed hist...