Over The Wall And Into The Dumper: Pink Floyd's The Final Cut

LIKE THE poor damned Tommies that haunt his mind, Roger Waters' writing has been blown to hell. Although The Final Cut is "performed by Pink Floyd" it is entirely Waters' statement. Roughly, it runs like this — a far-flung railing at a failed society, a harsh melting back into the blood and darkness of war, false memories of an unknown father cast like forged photographs, elliptical parallels with a rich recluse, the disgusting insanity of power politics versus the needs of the work ethic, a terrible failed romance and a last quiet apocalypse. Something like that.