It hit me a couple of days ago – I decided to put some prog stuff into my MP3 player to listen to on the bus this week. A few songs from the new DT and an assortment of other tunes from various artists.

My bus trip went like this:

“Hey cool, haven’t heard this for a while”
chugga chugga chugga meedly meedly dum dum grrrrrrr
“… hrmm, skip”
laaaaaaaaaaaa swords and fighting shields clashing metaaallll
“Ok, skip”
War is very bad and so are terrorists, although I’m sure some middle eastern people are really rather nice…. meedly meedly meedly meeeee
“… good god. Skip”
drab drab drab depressing soundscape and pre-adolescent pseudo-poetry
“Yawn… skip”
chugga chugga meedly meee, radio or television sample played through a telephone filter… soar soar
“Skip… oh, that’s all I have on my player because all of these songs are at least 19 minutes long!”

I’m just so very very very over it. I can’t remember the last time I heard a prog song that actually had something to say.

Maybe its just a phase…