Sydney is not feeling too well today. But Syd is best when he's a little bonkers. I've always loved Terrapin. The Marc and the Mambas cover is worth a listen. There's obvious comparisons here with Bowie of the same period. Syd pours his heart out. It's almost a Pink Floyd Unplugged - which sounds like a very bad trip, but somehow The Madcap pulls it off.
I feel uncomfortable listening to this. It feels like staring at someone in the street because they are behaving oddly. This does sound like someone who is struggling with their mental health strumming a guitar and making weird lyrics up as they go along. It does not - to me - sound like the work of a genius. I love the first Pink Floyd album, and not really anything else they did. So maybe Syd being there was the spark they needed, but this shows none of that. Rambling, incoherent and no more engaging than a busker on the street (admittedly one that is slightly off-kilter) with the added twist that I don't recognise any of the songs here. My overall feeling was that I was peering too deeply into someone's torment, and the fact it was recorded, lauded and shared so widely made this quite discomfiting.