THE ENDLESS RIVER

This is probably the most split album in terms of what Pink Floyd fans think of it. Some people like it, some people dislike it, some people think it's amazing (they're probably fans of ambient music already or just love Wright), and then some people absolutely fucking hate it (they either don't like ambient music as a whole or just hate whatever Pink Floyd does without Waters).

I'm in group A, this is a good album. Every song from the first three sides is great. They're nicely fleshed out, flow into each other perfectly, Gilmie's guitar solos are great; even though they're not this epic monolith surrounding an already beautiful song.

What gets me is how they ended it. This is supposed to be the cap on the entirety of Pink Floyd. The final release to undoubtedly one of the most influential bands ever. A band whose works is so close to so many people's hearts. And they chose to end this fifty year long career with Louder Than Words.

This song is atrocious, an affront to god himself, Richard Wright is rolling in his grave. They could've ended this album with Surfacing, didn't have to be anything special, just extend it a little bit, let it fade out over a couple minutes. That would've been perfect, a nice cap to Pink Floyd. If they wanted something big, something grandiose to close with they should've never released this album, leave it at The Division Bell. Maybe have this as a bonus disc to the fifty year super size ultra mega deluxe limited edition The Division Bell box set.

Louder Than Words already comes in hot with the worst lyrics to any Pink Floyd song, "We bitch and we fight, dis each other on sight." Gilmour was never a great lyricist to begin with, but a sixth grader could've done a better job. This is a joke coming from the same person who wrote Fat Old Sun. The auto-tune doesn't make it better, and than the background signers all together make this a painful experience. At least I can just skip it without causing too much damage to the experience of the rest of the album. But it still leaves an awful, sour, old man flavored taste in my mouth that turns me off from listening to an otherwise great album. Shame on you Gilmie