Flickering Flame: The Solo Years Volume 1
Flickering Flame: The Solo Years Volume I is a compilation album of former Pink Floyd member Roger Waters' solo material, released in 2002 (see 2002 in music). It had never been released in North America, until 30 May 2011, when this album along with the rest of the Waters' solo material was released as part of "The Roger Waters Collection" Boxset. The album will be sold separately from the compilation, for a 12 months term.
It was released in many countries on a copy protected optical disc, thereby failing to comply with the CD standard and not entitled to use the CD logo. Such editions bore the legend "will not play on PC/MAC". In other countries (including Argentina), the album was released on a true CD. The disk bore the CD logo, and the cover art did not have the warning indicating that it could not be played on a computer.
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