One of rock's most famous recluse's, the first of Syd's solo album contains some of his most fluent, and also incoherent work. Painstakingly put together this documents an amazing revolutionary artist in free-fall. Yes, "Piper..." may always be superior, but it will never have the emotional depth and intrigue this offers the listener. Ranging from the fuzzy "No good trying", to the frightening mental pain of "Dark Globe" ("Wouldn't you miss me?!?" he roars, titling his won best of 32 years later) and the sweet borrowed poem of "Golden hair". The range of moods and emotions, the way you can feel the difficulty Syd was going through this heartfelt work is amazing. This album is wonderful, and anyone considering investigating him should defiantly start here, not at that evil commercialised best of and see what this incredible songwriter managed to produce under the worst of circumstances. Miraculous.