從未聽過如此哀傷、憂鬱的歌聲與表情那麼自然、感人地呈現在聽眾面前。當我聽到那種哀嚎、淒涼的歌聲時，便聯想起吉普賽人四處為家的漂泊、孤寂。Roy Harper淒切的歌聲深深地吸引著無數樂迷們的心。
從未聽過如此哀傷、憂鬱的歌聲與表情那麼自然、感人地呈現在聽眾面前。當我聽到那種哀嚎、淒涼的歌聲時，便聯想起吉普賽人四處為家的漂泊、孤寂。Roy Harper淒切的歌聲深深地吸引著無數樂迷們的心。
Roy 1941年出生於英國的曼徹斯特，23歲時在倫敦作首度的表演，所走的風格融合了英國傳統的地方民謠與藍調色彩，由於對事物的敏銳感覺，使他的歌曲中充滿著各種奇想，而成為他日後的特色。與他同時期的樂手們包括Jimmy Page、Keith Moon、John Paul Jones、David Gilmour等幾位日後均成為各個樂團的超級人物都對Roy那種豪放不拘、自然純樸的音樂崇拜不已，他們認為Roy對音樂的看法是他們追求的共同目標與理想；同時Roy也經常邀請他們一同參予合作。如1974年在倫敦舉辦的Valentine Concert就請來了Led Zepplin的Jimmy Page、Robert Plant；The Who的Keith Moon與Pink Floyd的David Gilmour幫他義務演出。而Roy在1975年也參予Wish You Were Here專輯中Have a Cigar的主唱。而在Whatever Happen to …Jucula這張專輯裡，更由Jimmy Page一手包辦所有的吉他，這種音樂的交流，證實了Roy Happer在音樂圈中相當的得人緣。
這張Whatever Happen to …Jucula於1984年錄音，85年才發行之集結眾好友，共同完成的大作；除了Roy擔任整張唱片的製作和Jimmy Page的吉他伴奏外更有許多的舊交好友助陣，其中還有Roy的弟弟Nick與Gilmour在Hope中，一起與Roy共同演出，使得這首成為專輯中最精采的作品。
從專輯的開始到結束，都是發自Roy內心深處的吶喊，歌詞裡亦流露出一分無奈的異想，因此幾乎很難再他臉上看到一絲笑容。在Nineteen Forty-Eightish中雖為1948卻聽見Roy最後唱著1984，莫非想和樂迷們開個小玩笑；再前奏的部分便帶出一段優美的古典旋律，木吉他聲，最後加入Roy感傷的歌聲；整首曲子的高潮在於演唱結束的吉他彈奏，顯現那種桀傲不羈的旋律。Bad Speech是一段獨白，但實在聽不出它是場糟糕的演說？一首令人莞爾的曲名。Hope在曲式編排上頗具Pink Floyd的架勢，希望是個空想，尤其當你掙扎於生死間，或許希望是求生的動力；Hangman述說著一個即將走上絞刑台受刑的犯人，藉著他的觀點來透視劊子手的鐵面無私，死者認為在絞刑台上，將一無所有的離去，心中感慨萬千，尤其在行刑那一瞬間，是多麼令人不甘心就此死去，因為…他是個無辜者，卻被判刑走上這條絕路，Roy無奈的歌聲道盡受刑人種種心理反應，且絲絲入扣。Frozen Moment掌握了虛無縹緲的旋律與嗓音，如聖詩般的湧入幻覺中。Twentieth Century Man有著吉普賽遊唱吟頌的風情，充滿著悲愴，是一首最具民謠格調的曲子。Advertisement的開頭與結尾都加入了一段情節表現，開頭的男女笑聲與結尾醉酒後的嘔吐聲響與哭泣聲形成強烈的對比，增加了些許詼諧的情境。
人生是一種很奇妙的循環，並不一定是絕對的狀況，端看你立足於那一點！
The lemmings push their pens and rush
In hoards of crashing stupor
Towards the farms of Babylon
To scramble mother nature
Where unrelenting drudgery
Is all there is to nurture
And life and death are by consent
And love is for oppression
Welcome to my nightmare
It's the one in which I always press the button
A million tons of printed shit
Come through my door each day
Up to my dick, around my neck
I can't even throw it away
Bills for my shirt, receipts for my soul
With only a momenty to pay
Before the thud of the future
Gives me the shakes
Welcome to my nightmare
It's the one in which I always burn the cakes
In 1649
Just as I light the loaded fire
A space invander lands
It's full of cops and bureaucrats
With bouquets of final demands
And I see my life flash before me again
Slipping through my hands
As the sound of harvest closes in
Swooping - reaping
Welcome to my nightmare
It's the one in which I walk when I'm not sleeping
In thirteen twenty four
The one we've all been waiting for
Nineteen eighty-four
There's a little man left to hold the can
He don't know how and his only plan
Is everlasting life
He beats the street with his plates of meat
In the sandwhich board of his final retreat
Bellowing goodbye
Everyone sees and nobody shares
Everyone knows its the truth that he bears
That the end is nigh
And he stands against the rails at Oxford Circus
Leafleting the souls who keep this pace
That gathers speed and calls itself
The human race
And shadows fight with men of straw
In pockets of derision
While mother checks up on the stars
Denies her intuition
And sends young Julia to school
To learn an empty vision
That's full of paper tiger rats
To pass to her own children
Welcome to my nightmare
I'm the father, son and whole polluted system
In nineteen eighty-four
Nineteen eighty-four
Nineteen eighty-four
The one we've all been longing for
Nineteen eighty-four
