Pink Floyd started off making solid space rock, and that's on display on the first live disc of this album. It's meandering, but just strange enough, just heavy enough, to make the 4-long-song-long set enjoyable.
But the band wanted to be more, and this was their first big swing at it: each member getting 15 minutes to fuck around with studio tricks to make some artsy bullshit composition of their own. Even just the "every man for himself" conceit smacks of desperation to do something new. The experimental second disc is messy and pointless and boring and lazy. The best thing you can say about it is that, having tried the shortcut to relevance, Pink Floyd seemed to realize that just being geniuses wasn't enough. Maybe getting this out of their system prepared them to put in the hard work to make the likes of Dark Side and The Wall, albums where the experimentation actually amounted to something 2.5/5
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