"I don't know whether they're the saucers or the secrets", said Nick Mason from behind the drums, introducing the band.
But quite honestly, who cared? They could have been either. Or neither.
With swirling melting wax lighting effects last seen courtesy of the Boyle Family in the 60s, and playing a setlist of the early Pink Floyd you thought you'd never ever hear - See Emily Play, Arnold Layne, Point Me at the Sky - this was a hypnotically psychadelic night of the weird, the wonderful, the playful, the meaningless and the downright earsplittingly profound. It even had That Guy Gary Kemp from Spandeau Ballet.
What more could we ask for? Set the controls for the heart of the sun indeed.
Are you looking at me...?
Are YOU looking at me?