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While I am not someone who worships at the altar of the departed-before-he-departed Syd Barrett, there was definitely something interesting about what seemed to be his conflicting needs to write both somewhat concise pop songs and create long formless space jams.
And, indeed, it was a tension that kinda fueled his band long after he was gone, but I guess we’ll get to that soon enough, as I’m one of those people who think that Pink Floyd’s best work was done in the mid-1970s, though I have come around a bit to the charms of Barrett-era Floyd. Or at least the shorter songs.