“Luck and Strange,” David Gilmour

In a few seconds, we know: the soft quilt of keyboards, the exquisite guitar glissandos. It’s Gilmour. Better, very frankly Pink Floydian Gilmour, without the anger of the other, the enraged Roger who never stops building his walls. Here we have nothing other than the beneficial trance, the divine part. No need to understand what it’s about (even if Polly Samson, our David’s partner, writes very well). The guitar says so much. The atmosphere is so strong. We bathe, we splash with ease. We are good. We feed on organ-drums in a loop in the title song, echo ofEchoes or almost. And then comes A Single Spark and it is ecstasy. Angelic vocalizations and strings of notes precede, idyllic, the tender timbre of the man, who offers a melody opening on a solo vessel that carries us to heaven. Yes, it is beautiful to this point. It does not reinvent anything and that is so much the better, it helps to live, that’s all. This album, Gilmour’s fifth solo, is that of peaceful acceptance, in family. There is even, punctuating Scatteredheartbeats, like in the album-you-know. And the last recorded traces of Richard Wright. And Steve Gadd on drums, who excels (of course!). Perfect album, I tell you.

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