Absolute hot garbage. Imagine learning to strum Dark Side in the acoustic and meanwhile your grandpa won’t stop ranting about immigrants except this time he’s ranting about rooftops, random colors and something to do with empathy.
This sucks. This is worse than the worst. It’s worse than The Final Cut. It’s worse than Hitchhiking. It’s worse than Division Bell and Endless River. It’s maybe even worse than Momentary Lapse of Reason. It commits the biggest crime art can commit: be boring.