Pink Floyd,
I can feel the stereotype of a teenage boy in a garage getting massively stoned listening to the wall. Front to back . Afterwards proceeding to navigate the Dark Side of the Moon. Relentless motion of sound has been provided by the few of you boys we call Pink. Ironically my phone corrected me to type “oink” before I typed “pink”
So that you guys for the endless experience that is Pink Floyd.
For the pigs with wigs…..go on eat your meat!