Pink Floyd
A Collection of Great Dance Songs

THE REVIEW

Friends of Debaser. It is with pleasure that I join your pleasant "club," and to do so, I present you with an initial review, which is not really a review... take it as a way of introducing myself to you and... have mercy!

Summer 1990.
Perhaps to help him digest the disappointment of losing the World Cup on penalties, a couple of postal workers decided to "send" their thirteen-year-old son, who had grown up on bread and Deejay Television (the Eighties!!!), to a summer camp offered by the aforementioned organization.
These two good people thought, kindly enough, they would make him happy. However, the thirteen-year-old had no desire to go to camp, being endemically averse to communal life because he was already irredeemably anarchic, but he was still forced to go.

In general, when someone doesn't want to go somewhere, it's really difficult for them to end up liking it. If the said summer camp turned out to be exclusively male, devoid of any interest for the boy's hormonally revolutionary state, the result was bound to be disastrous.
The only interesting thing about those days was the bus rides where a (fairly) enlightened driver continuously played a tape (yes, a TAPE) of music completely unknown to all the young passengers, who continued to complain loudly, making it extremely difficult to listen to the music with attention.

Our hero, perhaps to avoid thinking about the useless ordeal of the forced vacation, tried to understand something about that band, which sounded so different from Spagna and Nick Kamen and seemed obsessed with luxury and money (his level of English only allowed him to grasp "Money" and "Shine... Diamond"!!!).
Years later, the boy realized that the tape was nothing more than an excerpt from "Delicate Sound of Thunder" and that, although that wonderful music was not intended by its creators to reflect an obsession with money, the band playing it at the time was really only driven by filthy lucre, so paradoxically the first intuition was correct... but that's another story.

Back home, the young man, who had learned from someone more informed that on the bus he had listened to a band called Pink Floyd, decided to further explore this band, also to have an alternative to the tapes (yes, TAPES!) of the last three Festivalbars.
Walking with his poor mother, he saw in the window of a small record store a cassette with two bound dancers... There it was, a Pink Floyd tape, moreover a compilation, so as to have a comprehensive overview (!!!?) of this new group's work.
He convinced the lady to spend 8000 lire on the tape, went home, turned on the stereo... and his life was never the same again!

Why give this album 4 stars? It's an average of the emotions it gave me (5), its importance in my musical education (5), the quality of the music contained in it (5, of course), and the squalor of a commercial operation strongly opposed by Waters and wanted by Gilmour only to cash in (1)... In any case, I believe Floyd's tracks don't adapt well to compilations that break the original concepts, and thinking of the blonde millionaire guitarist entering the studio alone to re-record a track written years earlier by his (already) enemy Waters and well-known worldwide ("Money," the only non-original version track on the compilation) is truly sad.

For a detailed musical analysis, I refer you to the many excellent reviews of Pink Floyd already present on this site.