
How can such a brief, tragic life justify a 440-page biography? Because Syd Barrett has always stood for more than an acid casualty. He is the damaged archangel of the Sixties counterculture, a martyr to art and soul and inner space, a guy who wouldn’t have any truck with commercialism.
Brilliant, so tragically flawed. He’s already had many biographies written but I’ll try to check the newest one out.
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