Whenever I hear a new prog album from a band I’m unfamiliar with my thoughts seem to automatically default to something like, “Ugggghhh here we go… Prepare for wankery overload.” I picture a bunch of soccer dads with competing soul patches and collections of 20+ guitars. I guess I’m just traumatized in that regard. But…
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