For anyone too young to remember the early 70s firsthand, progressive rock can seem almost impossibly arcane and strange. Was there really a time when a band could expect to do good business with 21 minute-long songs in 9/8 time about supernatural experiences involving the spirit of the pharaoh Akhenaten, performed by a vocalist dressed as a kind of bulbous alien with an inflatable penis? Punk's scorched-earth policy towards the bands it decried as dinosaurs was ruthlessly effective. Thirty year...
Guardian Music — For anyone too young to remember the early 70s firsthand, progressive rock can seem almost impossibly arcane and strange. Was there really a time when a band could expect... more info