Demented and only half-there songs from the founder of Pink Floyd, after his breakdown had begun. Hard to judge how much is craft and how much is loss of control, but there's a general feeling of helplessness throughout, and you can hear the backing musicians (essentially Gilmour and other Floydians) getting lost and irritated as they struggle to guess the next chord. Somehow many of the songs 'work' anyhow. This was immensely influential for me as a kid: it showed me that the world loved romantically deranged, lovable psychedelically damaged losers. Which then solidified my life's goals for many years. Unfortunately I was never good-looking enough, or genuinely disturbed enough, to become the wastoid I aspired to be. Sigh.
