Romany Gilmour and the other Gilmore offspring scattered over the Pink Floyd Website while Roger Waters is locked out is just shameful. Now from Gilmi, embarrassingly, yet more highly privileged rich dude pushing of his kids into the music world in some Fairport Convention-esque grimness. It’s just awful. No, really…it is legitimately fucking terrible. It’s a beige colored, harp (of the angelic not blues kind) privileged-infused thin gruel. It is all self congratulatory, velvetine, lacking in anything worthwhile, total bullshit. Totally THEM, not down here with the rest of US. Go listen to Roger Water’s lockdown tracks, they are blisteringly good, and sound more like Pink Floyd than mister fluffy champagne swilling Gilmour has done since Roger Waters left the band.
You know what is also pretty hard on the ears – the whole Dave Grohl pushing of his kid, Violet, but at least he is doing it as a Foo Fighter and not pushing her on the back of his work with Nirvana. It’s somehow less irritating, but not any better musically.
Grohl pontificates in the blurb for the track: “This film is my love letter to every musician that has ever jumped in an old van with their friends and left it all behind for the simple reward of playing music. What started as a project to pull back the curtain on the DIY logistics of stuffing all of your friends and equipment into a small space for months on end eventually turned into an exploration of “why?” What drives us?” – Dave Grohl
Jumping into a van and making her own way in the music world is something that Violet Grohl will never know what with her daddy being a rich rock and roll star and all, and playing make believe that she has a clue about that kind of experience, is just….phoney. I don’t like phonies. I also dislike Grohl immensely. So ignore everything I say.