UMMAGUMMA

This is another Floyd album that is more of a historical document than a truly good listen. The live stuff is fine but not all that compelling. The studio half is a mess that still demonstrates that Gilmour is the ears of the band and Roger is the guiding force. The tracks written by Mason and Wright are the absolute worst of art school music. Pretentious and yet lacking any musical meritit cannot get any worse. Gilmours tracks have a great deal of musicality and yet are not guided by any sense of purpose. Roger's Grantchester Meadows is sweet in the same dark way that Floyd's best ballads.