Pink Floyd and The Incredible String Band.
I left school in December 1973, shortly before the notorious 3 day week that started in the UK. I had gained a scholarship to read law at Pembroke College, Oxford, but was not due to start there until October 1974. Accordingly, I had one of the first “gap years”, though it was involuntary, and only lasted two thirds of a year. It was a dismal time to be looking for work in Sheffield, but God smiled upon me, and found me a job at British Acheson Electrodes Ltd in Wincobank, a division of the late lamented international company Union Carbide. It was a fantastic introduction to the world of work in those days, and I earned £15 per week for a 5.5 day week, working Saturday mornings. This was quite a good wage then.
One Saturday afternoon in the spring of 1974, I was walking along a pedestrianised street in central Sheffield called Fargate. At that time there was a record shop there called Bradleys, and in their shop window I saw a single which utterly intrigued me:
By this time I had every track recorded by Pink Floyd, but this one was conspicuous by its absence! Moreover, it was obviously Italian. So, of course, I went straight in and bought it.