Banging gongs and setting the controls for the heart of the sun. Captured on a very nice audience tape, this is the Floyd at their most epic and spacey: six songs in just under 90 minutes. Lumbering jams, funereal keyboards, searing lead guitar, harrowing screeches. The good stuff . . .
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