Roger Waters, The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking

After the apparent break-up of Pink Floyd you assume he just had to get things out of his system, but there was no wise producer to tell him no. Tracks named after times on a clock face, sodden in self-indulgent lyrics from disjointed and emotionally distant vignettes, as Waters howls like an impotent cat in heat set to Michael Kamen's excessive arrangements: who has time for this? No one likes to think about their mid-life crises and forty-two minutes of someone else singing (badly) about theirs is less enticing still. I couldn't find a single track I liked even a little bit; even the Holophonics couldn't rescue this mess. (Content: adult themes, harsh language on "4:58" and an F-bomb on "5:06.")