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Before the fanfare heralding this gargantuan boxed set had even died away the hardcore complaining began. “Not comprehensive enough!” “Where’s the super-8 footage of Syd cleaning his teeth!?” “Why no 2016 5.1 mix of Echoes?”, and, loudest of all, “How fucking much?” Regardless of the validity of some or all of these objections, it cannot be denied that these 27 discs with over 25 hours of audio and visual material and associated flummeries, present a sumptuous feast for the serious Floyd fan to get stuck into.

Listening to the group gets to grips with who they are and who they want to become – examining the beginnings of the one-time underground band who conquered the mainstream, establishing the framework for stadium rock spectacle along the way – builds with a satisfying momentum. By no means the first nicely-spoken, middle class boys to be enamoured by the blues, they were perhaps, in Britain at least, the first to take them into orbit. As Barrett’s idiosyncratic songwriting gradually leaves the garden of earthly delights behind and tilts skywards things become delightfully skewed.

On 1967’s incendiary live Stockholm set, sadly rendered instrumental-only due to a vocal mic malfunction, they riff on scratchy modal grooves, straining at their pop and rock tethers. Recorded three months before Dave Gilmour’s recruitment, it simultaneously highlights Barrett’s charms and inherent limitations. Borrowing 60s poet John Fairfax’s phrase, they stand poised at their “frontier of going”.

Moving through the boxset reminds us how utterly crucial Rick Wright’s keyboards are to their success, and with Gilmour on board from 1968 onwards, things truly take off – albeit in a languid kind of way, as Floyd eagerly dabble with sound and form. Eccentric, eclectic and electric, suites like The Man and The Journey weren’t simply utilising light shows and pre-recorded soundtracks as a jolly jape. Converging with other multimedia experiments in dance, cinema, literature, painting and other disciplines beyond, they were seeking to conceptually jolt the standard rock concert experience.

Other highlights scattered across the sets include vivid radio performances that often surpass their album counterparts; revelatory remixes that add new, intense and startling colours to psychedelic classics like Paintbox, Matilda Mother and Jugband Blues; the legendary Moonhead from the television coverage of the moon landing; an early shiver-inducing work-out of Echoes. There are so many other examples, too many to list here. And in a way, that’s the point and the benefit of these lavish, labyrinthine undertakings isn’t it? Set your controls for the heart of the box.

Sid's feature articles and reviews have appeared in numerous publications including Prog, Classic Rock, Record Collector, Q, Mojo and Uncut. A full-time freelance writer with hundreds of sleevenotes and essays for both indie and major record labels to his credit, his book, In The Court Of King Crimson, an acclaimed biography of King Crimson, was substantially revised and expanded in 2019 to coincide with the band’s 50th Anniversary. Alongside appearances on radio and TV, he has lectured on jazz and progressive music in the UK and Europe.

A resident of Whitley Bay in north-east England, he spends far too much time posting photographs of LPs he's listening to on Twitter and Facebook.