Pink Floyd rear their unwelcome and rather ugly head on here in here more often than is palatable to be frank. They're probably the one band in the canon that I simply cannot stomach, apart from the Barrett incarntion, but every few days they seem to pop up on one of the ascending or descending charts I chronicle on here. Hey, a man's gotta do. I lasted about five minutes on The Endless River their final studio album from 2014. I'm afraid I found it mournful, portentious and slightly ghastly. Look at the cover. I rest my case.
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