An album that reinforces our idea that "The Wall" was not a simple stroke of genius, and that Roger Waters remains a key figure in an almost indefinable style, his own. A sort of Jacques Brel in English, tortured, narcissistic and extraordinary creator. "Amused to Death" is the peak of his solo career, and far ahead of, I think, Floyd albums under the tutelage of Gilmour released at the same time. "Amused to Death" opens with "The Ballad of Bill Hubbard," instrumental heartbreaking (but what a great idea to have hired Jeff Beck!). The beads can be counted on the fingers of three hands: there are 14 ... a total of 14 songs. Special mentions to the touching "Perfect Sense pt 1", the beautiful "Late Home Tonight" and birdsong, its aircraft sounds ... every sound is important, even its indispensability. The extraordinary consistency of the album is partly based on it. Other masterpieces present in the album: the very Mansonnien "What God Wants pt 2", ironic and trash to possible tearing "What God Wants pt 3", with a nice intro snub to the member Floyd, always Beck's guitar ... the last four songs - a terrible reminder Syd "Watching TV" scary "Three Wishes", hovering and the sublime "It's a Miracle" and end the highlight, the summit "Amused to Death" - all deserve their place in the pantheon of great tender pieces of English rock, alongside "Let it be", "Angie" or "Stairway to Heaven" ... Bravo, bravo, bravo. One of the great (and rare) rock albums of the late '80s Waters has something to say, his lyrics are timeless and unfortunately it shows very vocally invested. Poignant AZ, emotion going on! It cries or it lets off steam, but either way it is not indifferent. Lovers of great rock and tortured souls ...
