After reading all this ass kissing hippie gumph I have come to the conclusion I must have missed Pink Floyds set and watched some elderly combo on another channel, by mistake, perform "Wish You Were Here" etc. After the excitement of that young firebrand Robbie Williams and the polished guitar crescendos of The Who (yeah! they were great but not "The Who" as we remember them, for obvious reasons so I'll leave that there) and some terrific young bands e.g. The Stereophonics, Travis, Keane etc.I thought "Pink" were pedestrian rock with slightly less enthusiasm than Dylan from the Magic Roundabout (not the Mr Zimmerman for our US cousins who maybe don't know of Magic Roundabout). Before you accuse and let fly your slings and arrows; Yes I do possess the original mono copy of "Piper at The Gates" and CDs of "Dark Side" "Wish You" and "The Wall" etc. and on occasion I am moved to reminisce about those halcyon days.However, I cannot conform to this illusion that "Pink" were anything other than a pale shadow of former glories and were totally swamped by other far less established groups with much poorer musical groundings simply by the fact that they disappeared up there own asses ready to be kissed maybe? Nostalgia rules eh? Anyone want to swap Pink Floyd CDs for The Libertines or The Killers or The Kaiser Chiefs? We love our Art School University White boy poppy rock in this country and fail to see the majesty of the real talent that influenced and nurtured this movement.My message to you all is listen to Robert Johnson, Son House, Skip James, Leadbelly, Woody Guthrie, Ramblin' Jack Elliot, Mose Allison, Josh White et al and kiss ass for the right reasons. Here endeth the lesson.

Regards.

Sidewinder.