It’s the worst kind of indulgent, fawning, horrid yawn-fest plodding prog-rock as (reluctant) stadium fare. It’s a smart conceptual album - if you’re a dummy. It’s borderline nonsensical, spreading strange tones of racism, homophobia and smash-the-state politics under some strange guise of the war-affected when actually no one ever simply told Roger Wat…
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