Prog Rock Sucked!

Gaudion M said:
Agree - not a massive fan of the harsh sound of some Punk but you have to respect the legacy and the fact it was a response to exactly what I said in the OP.

Gave up reading after the first line mate.
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The last sentence was pretty good for a song, I think the rest was scribed whilst up ones own arse. They must have come out for fresh air with

Yeah yeah yeah that feels good.

They had to edit the that feels good part as the song had gone over the standard 11 min prog rock time.
 
Gaudion M said:
Limp lyrics. The endlessly boring instrumental sections. Minimal emotion or energy. Terrible sounding keyboards and musical combinations. Just keep noodling until no one can remember who they are or where they came from. Make every song 10mins plus for no reason.

Like making a meal out of condiments.
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Dear me. Did your wife betray you with a keyboard player from a prog rock band?

I give you Porcupine Tree.
After listening you can come back to me.
 
hilts said:
The last sentence was pretty good for a song, I think the rest was scribed whilst up ones own arse. They must have come out for fresh air with

Yeah yeah yeah that feels good.

They had to edit the that feels good part as the song had gone over the standard 11 min prog rock time.
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I composed the yeah, yeah.
There was another 20 minutes of similar lyrics set to the most sublime music :-)
 
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Suppers Ready
[How Dare I Be So Beautiful?]

Wandering through the chaos the battle has left,
We climb up a mountain of human flesh,
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
A young figure sits still by a pool,
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool.
(He is you)
Social Security took care of this lad.
We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.
A flower?

[Willow Farm]

If you go down to Willow Farm,
to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies
Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies,
like the fox on the rocks,
and the musical box.
Oh, there's Mum & Dad, and good and bad,
and everyone's happy to be here.

There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag,
he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.
The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an egg,
the egg was a bird.
(Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail)
Hadn't you heard?
(They're going to change you into a human being!)
Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese,
and wonderfully clean in the morning.

We've got everything, we're growing everything,
We've got some in
We've got some out
We've got some wild things floating about
Everyone, we're changing everyone,
you name them all,
We've had them here,
And the real stars are still to appear.

ALL CHANGE!

Feel your body melt;
Mum to mud to mad to dad
Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office,
You're all full of ball.

Dad to dam to dum to mum
Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing,
You're all full of ball.

Let me hear you lies, we're living this up to the eyes.
Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaa
Momma I want you now.

And as you listen to my voice
To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.
You've been here all the time,
Like it or not, like what you got,
You're under the soil (the soil, the soil),
Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil, the soil!).
So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang
and all of us fit in our places.

[Apocalypse In 9/8 (Co-Starring the delicious talents of Gabble Ratchet)]

With the guards of Magog, swarming around,
The Pied Piper takes his children underground.
Dragons coming out of the sea,
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.
He brings down the fire from the skies,
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes.
Better not compromise.
It won't be easy.

666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.

And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true,
I've been so far from here,
Far from your loving arms,
Now I'm back again, and babe it's gonna work out fine.

[As Sure As Eggs Is Eggs (Aching Men's Feet)]

Can't you feel our souls ignite
Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the fading night,
Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home.

There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a loud voice,
"This is the supper of the mighty one",
Lord of Lords,
King of Kings,
Has returned to lead his children home,
To take them to the new Jerusalem.
 
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I know some prog bands were/are like the OP described, but there are some great bands labelled as progressive with a wide range of musical skills and interesting and intelligent lyrics. Not saying anyone should listen to them, and I am not going to recommend any band here, but to insult a genre of music you don’t like is disrespectful to those who do like it. There is a lot of dross out there, and there always has been, but I respect others’ taste and glad they support the music industry. It is one of the few things (apart from domestic football and cricket) that we are still any good at.
 
I always thought that but apparently one of my favourite albums of all time is classed as progressive rock. So it's perhaps too wide a genre to simply dismiss. It's certainly far from being my favourite genre on the whole though.
 
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