Pink Floyd, The Wall (1979)
I’ve been a Pink Floyd fan forever. And sometimes I’ve been a tiny bit guarded about that. But usually what happens is I move to one end of the catalogue and just hang there – these days it’s the early stuff that pleases me most but it was definitely the 1980s material that pulled me in. This album and everything forward from there and the solo albums. After that it was through all the 70s records – which I still love. But this one is the one I fell out of love with. I wrote about that too. The first post in a series called Classic Albums I Can’t Ever Listen To Again – well if that’s not drawing a line in the sand. When I set the stereo up in a different configuration at the very start of this year it got me ordering my records anew. And I found my copy of this on vinyl – a bit scuffed, not worth selling or even giving away, but still playable. I decided to break my self-imposed rule and give it a whirl. I do, after all, have fond memories of becoming a Floyd fan as a young tween and teen. And in that moment it held up. I enjoyed it. I probably had a glass of red. And I was sitting down and laughing at the emo absurdity of the bad poetry of the lyrics. But it was seminal stuff – time and place stuff. And there are some great, great guitar solos on this album. That said I’m in no real rush to listen to it again anytime (too) soon. But I did remember that I used to have a giant, mega-sized wall-poster (lol) of the big bum judge from the final trial scene. It won on my bedroom wall in my house as a kid and then through several flats. Before it became too hard to deal with entirely.
Sample Track: Another Brick In The Wall (Part 1)
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