A new album by Pink Floyd was always something to be savoured. Right from the early days I marvelled at the magical album titles that this band came up with, A Saucerful of Secrets and Piper at the Gates of Dawn both triggered images of far off lands populated by far-out people and, although they did not entirely deliver on the promises made by the title, they were good – bloody good. Moving on we had Meddle, Atom Heart Mother and UmmaGumma all of which were indicating the direction of travel for the band who were building up quite a following not just in London where, for a while, they had a residency at the infamous UFO club, home of the weird, the wacky and the wonderful. Then we were knocked for six by something that emerged from Abbey Road studios that was not by the Beatles – Dark Side Of The Moon was months in the making and broke new boundaries in a way that even Sgt Pepper had not done. It is a masterpiece of considerable scope and power and is one of the best selling albums of all time.