That 4.0 is a mark against Oh, By the Way's pointless surface-gloss curio status and its unadventurous by-the-books version of canonization rather than an actual judgment of the music tucked inside. To be fair, at least two-thirds of this box set is worth listening to- for the umpteenth time, as the case probably is. Assuming you're like a lot of people and already own the latest, cleanest retail-release pressings of every Pink Floyd record you'd ever want, Oh, By the Way will serve no purpose outside of a fan-pleasing visual novelty it practically exists to be looked at instead of listened to. There is no rarities disc, no concert material (aside from the live half of Ummagumma), no previously unreleased work, no interviews, no DVDs, no 5.1 audio, no historical liner notes and- most significantly- no remasters save the one you can already get on the recently-released standalone 40th Anniversary Edition of Piper. It's also one of the most superfluous pieces of collectors'-market eBay-bait I've ever heard of.
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