Am I sensing derogatory shade via italics? Haha.
Prog is a dirty word to some. Indeed, Holdsworth is a bit more highbrow than George Thorogood. “Good Clean Filth” is certainly lacking the fat-bottomed Midwestern choogle found specifically in dross like “Bad to the Bone”. And I’ve never heard of Yelawolf until just now, but I really like that flannel shirt dude is rockin’. But to each his own.
No doubt I’ve taken a few older brother beatings for my tastes in progressive rock; however, it was my pugnacious older brother who sat me down with Velvet Darkness and said, “That Eddie Van Halen shit you love so much? This is where it came from.”
And I was telling @Rocket not too long ago about my relationship with my brother, who would administer beatings for such infractions as gleefully listening to Grand Funk Railroad, or any artist that wasn’t up to his technical snuff. I don’t know that I liked King Crimson as much as I desperately learned to like them, or else. Even now, the vast majority of prog is tedious, ruler-to-cock sword-fight showboating.
I’m listening to Supergrass today, if that’s any consolation. This song (“Alright”) was the first thing I heard and thus, I’m in a great mood. I can see myself rolling through all of The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society at some point in the day.