in Music | June 3rd, 2026 Leave a Comment

Even among the most acclaimed albums ever record­ed, not a sin­gle one is per­fect. That goes more so for the releas­es of what I call the “hero­ic age of the album,” which enjoyed its zenith around the late sev­en­ties. Not coin­ci­den­tal­ly, 1979 was the year that Pink Floyd put out The Wall, a rock opera whose sprawl across two discs deals with themes rang­ing from the bomb­ings of the Sec­ond World War to drug depen­den­cy to fas­cist impuls­es to the iso­la­tion of super­star­dom. This ambi­tion was repaid: The Wall soon became the best-sell­ing dou­ble album of all time, despite hav­ing been received with at least a mea­sure of ambiva­lence over the grand­ness, or per­haps grandios­i­ty, of the scale of its pro­duc­tion and the tone of its nar­ra­tive.

Yet those few pre­pared to call The Wall an artis­tic fail­ure must nev­er­the­less acknowl­edge how much impres­sive work it real­ly does con­tain. Of its pop­u­lar­ly appre­ci­at­ed achieve­ments, per­haps the most mem­o­rable is David Gilmour’s gui­tar solo, or rather the gui­tar solos, on “Com­fort­ably Numb,” a song about being med­ical­ly revived from a sub­stance-induced stu­por moments before giv­ing a con­cert.