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David Gilmour-
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Reviewed
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Andy
S. Samuels |
Genre: |
Prog Rock |
Country: |
England |
Language: |
English |
Length: |
51:40 |
Release
Date: |
March 7, 2006 |
Label:
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Sony
Records |
Band
Members: |
David Gilmour / bass, guitar, percussion,
piano, Hammond organ, electric piano, saxophone, vocals, cumbus,
bass harmonica |
Jools Holland / piano
Phil Manzanera / piano, keyboards
Leszek Mozdzer / piano Polly Samson / piano, vocals
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Other Players: |
Lucy Wakeford / harp
Graham Nash / vocals
David Crosby & Graham Nash / vocals
Chris Laurence / double bass
Alasdair Malloy / glass harmonica
Caroline Dale / cello
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Andy Newmark / percussion, drums
Willie Wilson & The Tunemasters / drums
Georgie Fame / Hammond organ
Chris Stainton / Hammond organ
Ged Lynch / drums
Robert Wyatt / percussion, cornet, voices
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Guy Pratt / bass |
Chris E Thomas / keyboards |
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Track
Listing: |
1.)- Castellorizon (3:54) |
8.)- Smile (4:03) |
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2.)- On an Island (6:47) |
9.)- A Pocketful of Stones (6:17)
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3.)- The Blue (5:26)
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10.)- Where We Start
(6:46) |
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4.)-Take a Breath
(5:45) |
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5.)- Red Sky at Night
(2:51) |
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6.)-This Heaven (4:24)
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7.)- Then I Close My Eyes (5:27)
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The
Review |
Gilmour should have called “On an Island” on life support.
At 60 this aging icon of prog rock has dipped in the same
well one too many times and come back with musical rehashes
of everything from his career. Perhaps he should have been
dipping in the fountain of youth instead. What’s all this
mean to you the Pink Floyd fan? If you bought Gilmour’s pathetic
attempt to recreate his salad days “A Momentary Lapse of Reason”
(well titled I might add) or “The Division Bell”(or as I like
to call it “The Revision Death Bell”) you’ll be pleased. This
album features the same pompous empty songs that decorated
those albums and was all icing no cake. ***
The saving grace of this album is Gilmour’s guitar playing.
That’s it folks. Even his characteristic vocals have been
reduced in volume to a mysterious whisper as if he’s afraid
to sing the lyrics too loud because we’ll notice how dumb
they are. You can blame that on Gilmour’s Yoko Ono Polly Samson.
While I have no doubt that Samson’s a fine journalist she
writes lyrics that sound like they could have been written
by a 6th grader. Worse, they sound like bad 6th grade poetry.
It’s one thing to have music that doesn’t break any new musical
ground and just keeps stomping on the same turf in worn out
boots it’s quite another to sound like a babbling idiot. Yes,
Gilmour sounds like a babbling idiot here. ***
If you think I’m attacking this album because I like
Roger Waters’ pathetic attempts at solo albums you would be
wrong. When bands break up it’s like when dead bodies decompose—they
break down into their component parts but all the magic, the
“life” is gone. It’s just a carcass that’s no longer animated.
Sadly the members of Pink Floyd have decayed and those component
parts are considerably less than the sum of its parts. If
Gilmour has any further musical offerings like this I’d suggest
he strand them on an island so that they don’t annoy the rest
of us looking for real music.
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