I first heard The Wall in 1980, not long after the album was released. At first, I was unimpressed. It felt too long, with too much lyrics and too little instrumental parts — a far cry from Pink Floyd I knew and loved. I didn’t change my opinion upon hearing The Final Cut a few years later — in my view, the latter album was more focused, shorter and therefore better.
By the end of the ’80s, however, I grew to like it. And after seeing the movie and especially after watching The Wall in Berlin on live TV (still in the USSR!), I have finally accepted that it’s Pink Floyd all right. And you know what? The forty-year old album still rocks.
