Nick Reed , November 14th, 2014
Nick Reed returns to Genesis' hefty 1974 double album opus, and finds, in-between the near-incomprehensible narrative and patchy second disc, a record that offers many fine moments and stakes a good claim to being the pinnacle of prog excess
You would be hard-pressed to find an album with more to unpack than this one. With 40 years of hindsight, the canon of classic prog has been pretty well established. Us prog types tend to list and grade more than any other, but the same albums and bands come up time and time again. Then you have The Lamb, easily one of the most important and infamous prog albums of them all, but it feels like nobody has quite figured it out yet. Then again, Genesis in those days were some odd species of duck. Prog singers were often about function; sure, you've got the Peter Hammills who can really belt it out, but for the most part they were fine so long as they could hit all the notes and harmonise. Lyrics, sure, they were important too, but you were never really required to analyse them; Jon Anderson's were a fun mix of hippie profundity and nonsense, and if that bothered you, it just wasn't your genre.
The early 70s were a particularly fertile time for progressive rock - between 1971 and 1972 you had Fragile, Close To The Edge, Pawn Hearts, Tago Mago, Thick As A Brick, 666 and Octopus, among many others. Genesis had done a couple of classic albums themselves in that period. This was a time when progressive rock was still progressive - bands felt the need to up the stakes and take big leaps every time out, hence things went nuts in the following years. Yes infamously released ten songs spread over eight sides of music between 1972 and 1974 (to say nothing of their triple LP live set); ELP's Brain Salad Surgery had a piece so long it didn't even fit on one side of the album (to say nothing of their live triple LP).



It shows no or at best only the most minuscule traces of the style that would make them well-known later, and therefore frequently meets with a refusal and lack of affection. Justly so?


