I own everything by Pink Floyd, so I am ultimately qualified to report that this album sucks harder than a starving calf with a stopped-up mama....music by which to commit suicide. I recently played it again after it had been gathering dust for at least 20 years in my collection, and was amazed to find that I liked it even LESS now, than I did upon it's release day, and that hardly seems possible! Prior to this monsterous turd, about the only thing Pink Floyd had ever done that I found fairly unlistenable were some of the non-live portions of Ummagumma. In comparison to the Final Cut, that was Grammy-worthy toonage. EGADS!(P.S. ~ Don't kid yerselves. If you are Honest, you'll fess up that The Wall was almost as cringe inducing as this, it's red headed stepchild. Roger should have been taken out back and flogged unmercifully for foisting these 2 bombs into the hallowed Pink Floyd discography....Hey! It's not too late, is it?)