At its purest, progressive rock wasn’t about money, celebrity, record contracts or the audience. It wasn’t a type of music. It was a belief. A value systems of the early 70s. One that now seems like old time religion. Its creators, often precocious, sometimes indulged,occasionally deluded, but always uncompromising, baptised the decade with the soundtrack of stark virtuosity, weird time signatures...strange poetry and surprising beauty. The musical experiment, now labelled prog rock, and stored under the counter, or placed almost out of reach on the top shelf.

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