In the end it comes down to two rival versions of the English middle afternoon. Post-Barrett, Pink Floyd kept on in a middle-afternoonish vein, but they fell in love with the idea of portentous storm...

Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do...

That’s all I wanted to do as a kid. Play a guitar properly and jump around. But too many people got in the way.

I’m full of dust and guitars…

Well, I’m a painter, I was trained as a painter…I seem to have spent a little less time painting than I might’ve done…But it didn’t transcend the feeling of playing at UFO and those sort...