More than the last, unexpected album of one of the greatest bands on the planet, âThe Endless Riverâ risks going down in history as a trial regarding the intentions of its authors. Many have indeed dwelled on the real necessity of the project, whether it is right or not to release an album of demos or little more as official, whether it was done for âlove of moneyâ or for the sincere and passionate memory of the late Wright. Therefore, the âThe Trialâ of Watersian memory looms over the survivors of a musical idea, almost never faded by time, almost never forced as in the early post-Waters period, when the Floyd released two rather weak albums like âA Momentary Lapse of Reasonâ and âThe Division Bell.â If this âThe Endless Riverâ has a great merit, it is precisely that it deserves the label of a manifesto of the last Floyd years, being qualitatively two or three notches above the aforementioned anonymous works of the Gilmour-Mason (and Wright) firm.
âThe Endless Riverâ does not propose novelties, does not save music from a presumed stagnant moment, will not be the panacea for all the chronic ills of the music industry. Following the predictable initial boom, it will almost fall into the oblivion of the real and virtual shelves of stores, none of its singles or extracts will be persistently played on the radio. Probably this is its true strength: to sound âold,â to sound Floyd, to sound like the Pink Floyd of the âPost War Dreamâ would have and should have, granting music the same dignity as Roger Watersâ oppressive (in a dominant sense) lyrics. It is everything a true fetishist of the group would have always wanted to hear: something like âShine Onâ (âItâs What We Doâ), something like âSaurceful of Secretsâ (âSumâ but also âAutumn â68â), a new âUs And Themâ (âAnisinaâ) and even a âRun Like Hellâ (âAllons-Y Part 1 and 2â). Gilmour, Mason, and the good spirit of Wright do what they must do: warm the chilled bones of the fans by the fire, wrapping it in the main theme dear to the group's history: the absence of someone, the melancholy post-loss.
It may not be the best but it is certainly the most sincere and heartfelt of goodbyes. The pursuit of quality and not novelty can sometimes be enough.
The new album by Pink Floyd is a De Profundis announced.
There is nothing memorable and nothing worth spending money on.
"The Endless River is a good product at the end of the day, it inevitably mirrors the atmosphere of Division Bell."
"The solo in Louder Than Words is fabulous to me, and for those who love this extraordinary guitarist, itâs a nice treat."
"It is everything a true fetishist of the group would have always wanted to hear."
"It probably wonât be the best, but it is certainly the most sincere and heartfelt of farewells."
This album demonstrates why Pink Floyd are unique in the world and why only they manage to deliver this type of music and atmosphere.
Itâs also nice that in this record Gilmourâs guitar does not overshadow Wrightâs keyboards, given that Endless River was created to pay him tribute.
"It is not an album for novices... Itâs for long-time fans who have exhausted their entire discography."
"It should be taken with emotions, and with this they have succeeded fully."