On an Island, the third solo effort from Pink Floyd singer-guitarist David Gilmour, is a meticulously crafted affair — and a textbook example of the limits of craft devoid of inspiration. Enhanced with pretentious orchestration and filled with aimlessly pleasant acoustic ruminations, it attempts, and roundly fails, to replicate the magic of the Floyd in ”Comfortably Numb” mode. In fact, that title captures Island‘s essence perfectly: The sketchy lyrics are, if anything, less memorable than the music; and while Gilmour does fire off some intermittently affecting guitar solos, notably on the latter half of ”The Blue,” even those aren’t enough to lift the album out of the slough of competent complacency in which it’s mired. A few wrong chords might have helped, but probably not by much.
On an Island