The new album from the Pink Floyd guitarist. Well, let's see or rather hear what our hero has done this time. The first track starts slow, slow, feels a bit like an old Pink Floyd hit, slips away without leaving a trace. Second track slow slow slow, it sounds like an old Pink Floyd record. Let's give it a chance, I'll hold on. Third track slow slow slow slow...
Hell, it sounds like an old Pink Floyd song.
Fourth track slow slow slow slow...
Fifth track...
Sixth track...
Seventh track...
Who woke me up!
All right, I'll go to sleep slow slow, I'll put the record back in its place among Gabriel Garbo Guccini, who knows if I'll ever listen to it again.
Luckily it was a gift.
The anticipation is truly high, but Gilmour seems used to it and delivers an album filled with compositions of the highest quality.
It is obvious that a Gilmour without Waters (and vice versa) is not able to compose a better work than the entire discography of one of the most important groups in music history.
Pink Floyd is greater than the sum of its parts, and 'the voice and the guitar' represents just a limb of that fabulous creature.
An self-commemorative album, which has disappointed me quite a bit, but which I hope (though I doubt it) to re-evaluate over time.
The intro entrusted to "Castellorizon" is in full Pink Floyd style, a worthy opening to show us that things are serious.
Again "Then I Close my Eyes" recommended during makeout sessions.
Class is like fine wine, the older it gets, the more crystalline it becomes.
A wonderful, intense, emotional album, a true pearl of rare beauty and craftsmanship packaged by that genius sir David Gilmour.
Who at sixty years old can still produce works filled with such emotion?
It could almost be defined as a small leap into the past, an old acquaintance, a rediscovered friend, a regained connection.