Amid Pink Floyd’s inevitable implosion initiated by Dark Side of the Moon’s monumental success, the groundwork was laid out for the eventual collapse of the prog-gone-hitmaker behemoth. Egos ran amuck, an aging band found familial responsibility eating away at creative time, and the specter of commercial viability lurked behind every brainstorming and recording session. Fury and slurry ensued; accusations of members not pulling their weight lobbed off; the active feuds and subdued passive aggression over the directions of their projects would become lore as the group eventually parted ways. Buffered in chaos, Richard Wright quietly put . . .
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