I remember listening to this album in high school. I borrowed the LP from my girlfriend's dad. He had the whole collection. The screaming part in "Careful With That Axe, Eugene" forever transformed the way I think about music. I was instantly addicted to all things Pink Floyd. And that's how I know I was a weirdo: I hadn't even done drugs at that point in my life, yet the music spoke to me.

Here's another one I particularly enjoyed: