David Gilmour Plays Two New Songs Live, New Album In September

David Gilmour, courtesy of David Gilmour.com

David Gilmour, courtesy of David Gilmour.com

This past weekend David Gilmour played the Borris House Festival of Writing and Ideas in Carlow, Ireland this weekend. As part of the performance Gilmour performed two new songs from his long-awaited new solo album dubbed Rattle That Lock. The album title was announced ahead of the show on Gilmour’s website. The new record is a follow-up to 2006’s celebrated On An Island. Gilmour’s new album includes long-time collaborators like Phil Manzanera (Roxy Music), Jools Holland and Gilmour’s wife Polly Sampson, who assisted in writing the lyrics. He has also booked fall tour dates to coincide with the album release.

The two new songs played were ‘Girl with a Yellow Dress’, ‘Boots on the Ground’.

In an interview last fall with Rolling Stone, Gilmour commented on Rattle That Lock:

It’s coming along very well. There are some sketches that aren’t finished, and some of them will be started again. There’s a few months’ work in it yet. I’m hoping to get it out this following year.”


Dismissing the notion once again that he might revive Pink Floyd one day:

I’m really enjoying my life and my music. There’s no room for Pink Floyd. The thought of doing any more causes me to break out in a cold sweat.” He added, “Anything we had of value is on [The Endless River}. Trying to do it again would mean using second-best material, and that’s not good enough for me.”


David Gilmour Tour Dates:
Sept 12: Arena Pula – Pula, HR
Sept 14: Verona Arena – Verona, IT
Sept 15: Teatro Le Mulina – Florence, IT
Sept 17: Theatre Antique – Orange, FR
Sept 19: Koing-Pilsener-Arena – Oberhausen, DE
Sept 23: The Royal Albert Hall – London, UK
Sept 24: The Royal Albert Hall – London, UK
Sept 25: The Royal Albert Hall – London, UK

Pink Floyd – The Endless River



I have waited my entire writing career, and maybe my entire life to review a Pink Floyd album.

I just wish it wasn’t The Endless River (Parlophone/Columbia).

Anyone who knows me personally or via music journalism knows “The Floyd” has been a huge part of my life, certainly as much as any metal band, and encoded to my musical DNA since I was a small child. While some people have personal relationships with deities, I have them with music and bands. Their music has meant an enormous amount to me, helped colour my worldview at a young age, and even my own attempts at musical endeavors for twenty-five plus years in one form, or another.

With the passing of Rick Wright in 2008 and David Gilmour’s reluctance to use the moniker any longer, fans have long been resigned to the fact the band was long gone. The tracks that would become this album came from a series of sessions that didn’t make it on to The Division Bell (EMI) in 1993 and from a side project called “The Big Spliff” (lol), both including a ton of Wright penned and recorded pieces for make a four sides of a record. Considering the history of Wright’s ouster from the band by Roger Waters in 1980 following The Wall, the idea of sending out a final recording in tribute to Rick, is a nice touch. The Endless River, from the bands point of view, is a way to demarcate the finish line of their long, weird journey.

The problem with the album is that it is not fully realized musically at all. At this stage Gilmour, and his co-producers Youth, Phil Manzanera, and Andy Jackson (this thing needed four producers?) should know how to make a Pink Floyd album sound, right? However, what you get is even less than a collection of half-finished songs and more like a pastiche of Floydian tropes. The slide guitar from Meddle, the delay pedal from ‘Another Brick In The Wall Part I’, the Hammond B-3 swell from ‘Great Gig In The Sky’, the backing singers, a dusky saxophone, jazzy Nick Mason back-beats from Animals and Wish You Were Here, the dour analog synth sounds of ‘Welcome To The Machine’, the space-rock “musiq concrete” of Dark Side of The Moon, the Stephen Hawking sample from The Division Bell; all carefully placed here as if someone made a “greatest hits” mixtape for you, just in case you forgot what they sounded like. Another bad mis-step is the awful ‘Louder Than Words’, the one song with full vocals on the album. This ‘Comfortably Numb’–lite track is feeble, but a well-meaning attempt to wax philosophical on life, death and the space in between. These were all topics better served lyrically by Syd Barrett’s insane whimsy and Waters’ wounded psyche rage-a-thons. This is the band that wrote ‘Bike’, ‘Childhood’s End’, ‘Echoes’, ‘Time’, ‘Eclipse’ and ‘Mother’ to name a few similar-themed tracks. By comparison, the baby boomer dribble of the hackneyed lyrics from Gilmour and wife Polly Sampson (please, just stop) wrecked it for me.

On the plus side, it’s great to hear Rick’s playing and writing one final time. Often imitated, instantly recognizable and shining brightly: he was the glue that held their music together. His peers from the 60s and 70s were concerned with virtuoso technique and speed, and making the keys sound as un-keyboard like as possible. Meanwhile good ol’ Rick knew well the balance between laying the foundation for moods, and driving the rhythm with just a few tasteful cadences and a deft touch. Along with Dave’s occasional simmering guitar solos and tasteful inflections, this helps overcome some of the tracks. Contributions from past collaborators like Bob Ezrin, Anthony Moore and Guy Pratt are all welcome. These are some of the reasons the album is not a total wash.

The Endless River is not wholly unenjoyable. Take it for what it is: an album of so-so out-takes, released in tribute to a fallen great, and the end of one the greatest bands ever with a messy thud.




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