"I am just a new boy /
a stranger in this town /
where are all the good times /
who’s gonna show this stranger around?"
(Young Lust)
Imagine a boy. Imagine "this town": the music. Or imagine yourself showing this "stranger" around... These are just some of the thoughts, ideas, and fantasies that come to mind every time I see, listen to, or observe The Wall! A film, a cd, a work of art, a mix of pieces... everyone can define it as they wish… born from the mind of Roger Waters, it is and remains one of the many masterpieces of Pink Floyd.
Watching the film, it's not just the eyes that are working, nor the ears: what is most affected is our imagination, our fantasy. It is up to us to choose whether to side with the protagonist (Pink, alias Bob Geldof): a rock star oppressed by thoughts, memories, who slides on the "thin ice of life" (The Thin Ice); or against him, against the pseudo-Nazi, bad, and constructed rock star who rages against everyone in In The Flesh. But it will always be a temporary choice: it will change during the film... Certainly, you cannot help but hate Pink's "dictator-like" attitudes (Waiting For The Worms), you won't remain indifferent seeing a poor child without a father (Another Brick In The Wall- Part 1), listening to Mother you cannot help but reflect on the importance the mother has for this young boy… A whole mix of emotions, thoughts, and situations that the film skillfully manages to blur, thanks to effective and continuous flashbacks, images that follow one another at a now pressing, now dragging pace... characterized by landscapes now real, now fantastic (The Trial), now animated like the "classic" march of the hammers (Goodbye Blue Sky). An extraordinary, impressive, sometimes unsettling, destructive result: One Of My Turns is an example: first the inevitable surrender to the greyness of life, then the crisis, the violence, the desire to react (Stop)...
But what is The Wall really? …on one side, the surrender to what life offers us... on the other, the opportunity to give something to life... two things separated by a huge wall... a wall that, however, could also trap us, extinguish us, isolate us from "those who really love us" (Outside The Wall)...
"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."
one of the most unbearable monstrosities in rock history
the final result is a dull and colorless hodgepodge of worn-out stadium hard rock, techno-instrumental appendages, second-hand disco music, classical-like wallpapers, and fake 30s cabaret
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.
The songs must be heard in the context of the album and not individually; small details like a baby's cry and warplanes make this album so touching.
The Wall, for me, is the ultimate work I’ve ever heard capable of conveying emotions.
When you think that in this album, everything about solos has already been said, here comes Dave, who turns everything upside down, with superlative bends and accelerations that are terrifying.
Roger Waters’ ability to express himself is outrageously clever. He is a genius.
The Wall is not just an album to listen to; it is an album to be explored.