UK, 1983, art rock
Pink Floyd – The Final Cut: Look, I get it. Roger Waters whined to us all on The Wall about how his dad died in WW2, so this album at first blush might sound like a four-years-later rehash of the same themes. In a way it is, but for me that means this is a companion piece to The Wall. It is the very next album, after all. Waters hasn’t quite said everything he wants to say about his dad and the impact his absence made on him, but he also wants to expand a bit and make some contemporary political statements about Margaret Thatcher and the myth of the British Empire. This is a quality album, well worth any Floyd fan’s time, and can hold its head up among Floyd’s best albums.