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Rating: Ladies and gentlemen, here we have the classic album that anyone who doesn't know a damn thing about music considers the greatest album in the history of music. Now, I don't want to hate for free, I have nothing to envy regarding these Englishmen and their concept album rhetoric. And, more importantly, I don't want to offend or troll anyone. I actually don't feel any disdain for this album, except that because of it the world is populated by obtuse music lovers - who are not music lovers - who believe they are enlightened by the light of Truth when they declare that "The Wall is the greatest album ever." All of this, of course, accompanied by the classic authoritarian tone of those who think they know it all, in the gray flecks of their hair and the shiny black of their faded and sweaty t-shirt, with the usual damn refracting prism printed on it (yes, I know that's the other album, but seriously, who the hell wears a shirt with a white wall on it?).
Pay attention, take a deep breath, and accept what I'm about to say as the fact it is: it is not true that "The Wall" is the greatest album ever. It's a pleasant album, for some even important, occasionally capable of entertaining in a non-fawning way, and not with the usual simplicity of real music, damn it! Not the commercial pop of The Journalists. Which they call Thegiornalisti, whatever. Anyway, I'd really like to tell you the truth about what I think of this album, in a subjective way, leaving aside objectivity, which is the death of man and every emotion. However, it happens that in an era of Renzi's conservatism and Grillo's reactionism, one can't proudly express the opinion that this work is a vast violin whine, an album so old in form and substance that it smells like a rancid and moldy care home. But apparently in this space, on this site, one cannot say this without being labeled an idiot.
So, yes, let's join in: immortal album, cornerstone of rock music (and not ruock, eh, because that's crappy music, not progressive and intellectual like this, like what we listen to), incorruptible luminous diamond in the firmament of Beautiful Music, etc. The elaborate harmonic patterns, the GENIUS concept, the artistic design that unites these 26 (sigh) tracks: my goodness, what damn geniuses! Not the incisive sobriety of the Stones, the pop perfection of the Beach Boys, the genius of the Beatles, the avant-garde of Radiohead. No. They're good, for heaven's sake, but Pink Floyd are the absolute best, unique. And do you know why? Well, let me explain: they make... long, brilliant songs, really... and then... and then, I read... on a blog... I read on a blog that they invented electronic music!!!....Ah! and Radiohead, yes, Radiohead declared they were inspired by them for Ok Computer, so Pink Floyd>Radiohead!! Radiohead are their fans, not yours, you understand? Pink Floyd don't sing "with long, straight hair." Or maybe they do... but whatever. But do I really have to explain why Pink Floyd is the greatest band of all time?
No, there's no need, and I apologize to those waiting just to ridicule this review, as I won't offer more material to be turned against me, but persisting in rhetoric makes one become unlikeable, even more than the sheep who believe this album and its creators are the zenith of music. There's no need because I don't give a damn, and you couldn't convince me anyway, since there's a thing called personal taste and another called blind and conformist adoration, which are two sides of the same coin. A coin that at most would be bronze, but perhaps even wood, or maybe another of those crappy biodegradable materials. Okay, I'm at the end, and I'll say it explicitly: listening to this album depresses me and, what's even worse, splits my balls in two, with remarkable precision though. So, all in all, good for the Pink. I said it, and to hell with it, alright. I'm ready for you: execute me. Provided the rifle is still loaded. You know, over time you can also miss shots...
Learn to think for yourselves.
"Nothing lasts forever / not even music"
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 The Thin Ice (02:29)
Mama loves her baby,
And Daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you babe
And the sky may look blue
Ooooh babe
Ooooh baby blue
Ooooh babe
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear stained eyes
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice
05 Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2 (03:59)
The opening quote is from the 1933 light heavyweight boxing match between Max Baer and Max Schmeling
We don't need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey! Teacher! Leave us kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
We don't need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey! Teacher! Leave us kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
Spoken:
'Wrong, Do it again!
Wrong, Do it again!
If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding.
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?
You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddie!'
06 Mother (05:35)
Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooh, Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for president?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooh, is it just a waste of time?
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe, of course Mama's gonna help build the wall
Mother, do you think she's good enough for me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous to me?
Mother, will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooh, Mother, will she break my heart?
Hush now, baby, baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up until you get in
Mama will always find out where you've been
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe, you'll always be baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high?
08 Empty Spaces (02:09)
''{spoken backwards} Congratulations, You have just discovered the secret message. Please send your answer to 'Old Pink', Care of the funny farm, Chalfont...
[interruption] Roger, Caroline's on the phone...''
What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where we used to talk
How shall I fill the final places
How should I complete the wall
09 Young Lust (03:30)
I am just a new boy,
Stranger in this town.
Where are all the good times?
Who's gonna show this stranger around?
Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.
Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.
Will some cold woman in this desert land
Make me feel like a real man?
Take this rock and roll refugee
Oooh, baby set me free.
Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.
Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.(X2)
''{spoken} [Phone rings..Clink of receiver being lifted]
Hello..?
Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd.
Will you accept the charges from United States?
[clunk! of phone being put down]
Oh, He hung up! That's your residence, right? I wonder why he hung up? Is there supposed to be someone else there besides your wife there to answer?
[Phone rings again...clunk of receiver being picked up]
Hello?
This is United States calling, are we reaching...
[interrupted by phone being put down]
See he keeps hanging up, and it's a man answering.
[whirr of connection being closed]''
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By charles
"This is not an album, but a true 'masterpiece'; that no one will ever remove this album from the foundations, the 'Bibles' of music history."
"'The Wall' is irremediably in each of us, and it always will be. After listening to it once, it will never leave us."
By bogusman
one of the most unbearable monstrosities in rock history
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By AngeloLecce87
The Wall is Roger Waters' outpouring, developed between the loss of his father during World War II and the deterioration of his friend Syd Barrett.
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By Francesco123
"Watching the film, it’s not just the eyes that are working, nor the ears: what is most affected is our imagination, our fantasy."
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By jimi
The Wall, for me, is the ultimate work I’ve ever heard capable of conveying emotions.
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