Due to a post shared by @deadcatwithaflamethrower I had a sudden thought of Pink Floyd being the other demonic soundtrack to Crowley’s dayjob. Have A Cigar, anyone? (Either that or he inspired most of their more cynical tracks. I mean, imagine them grousing at the bar after the sh*te their band went through, and then this toff bloke with sunglasses joins in. You can’t tell me Crawley wouldn’t have enjoyed a barney after the worst of the 70s and 80s Thatcher terribleness)