Written by Brain Damage contributor, Will Smythe for BD Magazine

Then the stage revolved exposing the instruments - the lovely drum kit with its familiar Floyd design and the gong! Then the band came on one by one to great rounds of applause. I remember Nick and the others enjoying a standing joke about 'tuning' and Nick pointing an accusing finger at Rick - it was all very good-natured. Then the sounds of aircraft rose to the crashing chords of Atom Heart Mother. AHM is a tremendous piece without the orchestra and we were not disappointed.

Straight after AHM was Saucerful of Secrets at which point a lot of heckling came from the gallery above. Yells of “Play some fucking music!” by drunk and abusive ‘fans’ were returned by screams of “Shut up!” from downstairs and were promptly silenced by the roadies taking a break upstairs.

But the evening’s surprises were far from over as some jobsworth appeared on stage during Fat Old Sun and spoke into Dave’s mic “Would the owner of a grey Morris Minor registration number XXX please remove it from the front of house”. Dave and Roger were gobsmacked but quickly returned to the song.

They did Embryo (which was great!) with all its child sound effects, but not one of my favorites. They also did Careful With That Axe, Set the Controls, and Green is the Colour. Near the end Roger said, “What do you want us to play?” Some clever bugger shouted out "Telegram Sam" which had the band in stitches! I was shouting for all I was worth for Astronomy Domine of which they played a blinding rendition and suddenly it was over. I wish I had followed them from gig to gig. They were so inspiring and majestic, but above all else, no pelvic thrusts, no stage wardrobe, just talent and wonder.

The likes of Floyd will never happen again.