Rick Wright

Wet Dream HARVEST, 1978

The first of Wright’s two solo albums sounds like a man taking a deep breath between the claustrophobia of Animals and the gathering storm of The Wall.

Gilmour called his bandmate’s keyboards “the sound that knitted it all together” in Floyd, but Wet Dreams showed that Wright needed the band to frame his own playing just as much. Without them, the likes of Cat Cruise and Mad Yannis Dance were vaguely new-age instrumentals, pleasant but possessing little in the way of memorable characteristics. By contrast, Summer Elegy and Against The Odds proved that few people did understated English melancholy quite like Wright.