Hmm, E.L.P, SchmE.L.P if you ask me. Waste of talent and electricity. Haven't ever been able to stomach that stuff at all - remember constantly hearing it coming out of my brother's bedroom as a kid in the early 70s, felt like child abuse.
Sorry, don't mean to be negative or judgemental abuoit other people's tastes or anything, and normally I wouldn't have intervened, but ... E.L.P! E.L.P.! Hearing all these people talking about them so uncritically sounds to me like overhearing a bunch of otherwise utterly sussed and clued-up people talking in a pub about how they're so disillusioned with New Labour thinking of voting Conservative again at the next election. We must never let the utter evil that is bad English prog-rock ever rear it's ugly head on our fair isle again. Fair enough, a few bands can be spared the firing sqaud - Soft Machine, Van Der Graaf, Man, Groundhogs, Kevin Ayers - all the ones that either genuinely rocked, had a sense of humour, or both.
But as for the likes of E.L.P. and Yes ... surely we fought wars in order to get rid of all that stuff.
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