I don’t own any Pink Floyd records, but some tracks are so incredibly pervasive it’s impossible not to be affected by them in some way. And just seeing the cover of this album takes me back to the first floor of John Menzies in Liscard in the mid seventies. It was everywhere. I bought so many records there, but this wasn’t one of them. Having said that I wouldn’t have liked it at that age. My tastes weren’t more highly evolved than glam rock at the time. I think my proclivities were ok in that capacity though. Anyway this is a great piece of screaming. Never loses the focus and in doing so comes up with one of the most memorable pomp rock riffs. Probably.
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