Pink Floyd
The Wall

THE REVIEW

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"