When it comes to music, my appreciation for Pink Floyd is unparalleled. I experience their music on a primordial level – instinct and reflex. Yet at the same time the mind is restless, in a dreamlike state; old and new worlds coexist, dreary truths of our past coalesce with unruined future.
Three things passed through my mind after having heard the new album for the first time:
- whale song
- elevator music
- was this song (Anisina) on the Lethal Weapon soundtrack?
Having listened to The Endless River a few more times I somewhat moved past those impressions. Somewhat. I scarcely ever have a feeling about an album, I normally enjoy music on a level of a single song. Except with Floyd. The Endless River lacks that unifying experience, and it lacks poetry.
All in all, it’s unispirational, bland and at times seems to be endless – and not in a good way.