DISCLAIMER: This review is overly long, somewhat bloated, and quite possibly pretentious and self-conscious. This is perfectly in keeping with the subject matter.
My introduction to “progressive rock,” or “prog” as it is more commonly known, was somewhere around 1976 or 1977. Bored with KISS and Aerosmith, I walked over to the local mall and hit my favorite record shop in search of new sounds. Punk had yet to coalesce and make its way to small-town America, and hard rock had become a shrill repetition of the same old chords. It was more than a feeling of cat scratch fever. Purple was experimenting with funk. Zeppelin was not much of a presence. Fleetwood Mac and the Eagles were making music for my big sister. We were a year or two away from Van Halen and the New Wave of British Heavy Metal. Disco was catching fire in the urban areas and all in all it was a generally depressing time in music.
And so I wandered off for a bit. I hated the stale prog music that corporate American bands like Kansas and Styx were trying to polish to a studio sheen. I had consulted my older brother. The only real solution was to go to the source, the Brits. Thumbing through the racks, I came upon a massive two-disc set from a band I was at least nominally familiar with, Yes. Those guys got FM radio play with songs like “Roundabout” and “I’ve Seen All Good People,” so I thought giving them a sonic shot was worth it. The big two-album gate fold had mesmerizing artwork and a solidly pretentious title that sparked my teen imagination. “Tales From Topographic Oceans” it was called. Four songs, each taking up one side of the vinyl. Dense lyrics that were steeped in Eastern mysticism. Sweeping music that boasted of complicated time changes and virtuoso command of the instrumentation. It was loud. It was majestic. It was overkill on a grand scale, and it expanded my musical vocabulary. From that moment on, I would have a soft spot in my heart for prog, even as I would abandon it for punk and metal not too far down the road. (The one exception to that is Hawkwind, a band that was SO cheesy and SO far out that they were Johnny Rotten’s favorite band. I can listen to THOSE guys anytime, anywhere.)
Now, later in life, I have recovered a deeper appreciation for prog. I still love my Floyd records. I dug a little deeper in the Peter Gabriel-led Genesis catalog. I gave ELP a bit more of a listen. I really don’t like much of the new age of prog bands, with the exception of Tool and Porcupine Tree. Dream Theater leaves me cold, and I’m only nominally interested in groups like The Mars Volta. And so I came upon this book, lost in the stacks at my favorite used book store. I like rock journalism enough to pick up stuff like this from time to time, and prog was an area of music that I feel like I still don’t have total command of. In other words, it was an easy six bucks to spend. “Yes Is The Answer” is a group of essays by different people with very different perspectives on the genre. Some of the essays focus on bands or the music that they made. Some highlight the performers more. Some seem more like personal reflections, snapshots in time and life with prog music as the soundtrack in the background. All of the articles are good to at least some degree, a couple are great, and one or two are outstanding. It’s probably best to do a short-story style rundown of each essay.
“Here Comes The Knife” - An examination of Keith Emerson’s (Of Emerson, Lake, & Palmer fame) first band, The Nice. It was an interesting read and made me go back through my record collection to find a copy of Five Bridges, the band’s final studio album. I hadn’t listened to it in decades. The title of the essay refers to Emerson’s theatrical habit of using a WWII-vintage combat knife to wedge two keys on his organ, freeing up all 10 of his other digits for duty. Authored by Seth Greenland.
“Out, Angels Out” - One of the longest and best essays in the collection. A missive on Peter Gabriel, his time with Genesis and his burgeoning solo career. The title recalls Gabriel’s press release upon his decision to leave Genesis. Pompous, full of itself, and brilliant. It’s a great story that focuses on the narrator and his best friend at the time, who suffered a horrible LSD dose that he never really came off of. There is a price to pay for knowing (or at least IMPLYING that you know) all of the mercurial Gabriel’s secrets. Extra points for describing in detail Gabriel’s opening act for his first solo tour, a band named Television. Television was an early New York punk band led by Tom Verlaine. They were the first punk band to incorporate odd tunings and tricky time signatures into their music. Television was truly a prog offshoot, though Gabriel’s audience clearly did not interpret them that way. Authored by Tom Junod.
“Your Magic Christmas Tree” - By Peter Case. A musing on a band that may or may not even be prog, depending on your personal definition of what that word even means. The Incredible String Band was a group that I only peripherally remembered, and I thought of them more as a wandering group of folk minstrels than a prog band. The only prog band that really could carry the folk thing to its logical conclusion was Jethro Tull, and they aren’t even profiled in this book, an omission that cost at least one star in my rating. The ISB DID manage to bring what would come to be known as “world music” to the prog stage, however, and this seems to be their saving grace. I looked at a few videos on YouTube. They were ok, didn’t move me much. I see why I largely ignored them at the time.
“Yes Is No Disgrace” - Written by Matthew Specktor. A short musing on the sheer absurdity of the band Yes, for which this book is named. Yes, of course, is one of the best known originators and definers of the progressive rock movement. Specktor hits the high notes, I guess. Here’s the thing, though. It’s only embarrassing to like Yes if you are a secret snob. True prog fans really don’t care what you think.
“Achilles’ Heel” - Another of the better essays in the book. Author Wesley Stace takes on the Canterbury music scene of the '70s, particularly the bands The Soft Machine and its spin-off, Matching Mole. Those were quality bands making quality music, though they never achieved the fame of the other prog giants of the time. I do recommend hitting YouTube and listening to The Soft Machine. It’s delicate, exciting music that was ahead of its time, even in the prog world.
“Defending The Indefensible” - Rick Moody uses a fun format to make his case that Emerson, Lake, & Palmer are not as bad as many people both in and out of the prog scene make them out to be. ELP, for better or worse, does seem to be the big scapegoat band that historically gets paraded out as the bloated dinosaur that not only killed prog, but Classic Rock in general. Personally, I see it more as a timing thing, though the “Works” albums, with their classical flourishes and pompous, self-conscious formatting certainly didn’t make things harder for the punks when it came time for the changing of the guard.
“The Cherokee Record Club” - Author Paul Myers muses on how prog informed his musical and creative life as a member of a group of friends united by a love of the music and a shared experience as social outcasts. This essay was the first to note that True Prog was pretty much a British phenomenon. American bands like Styx couldn’t cut the mustard. This essay also identifies prog as the domain of nerdy and socially awkward boys, though I think Metal may possibly share that distinction. It’s a short, fun, and nostalgic read.
“City In My Head” - An overview of Todd Rundgren's work with his band Utopia. It’s not a stretch to classify Utopia as prog. They had the relentless grandeur, the scope, the epic command of the musical space, that much is certain. Nonetheless, I personally see them as more of a refined version of the Mothers of Invention without the sly lyrics. But it’s a fun essay. I kinda wish that Rundgren and Utopia had found more of a commercial niche back in the day. As it is, they are merely a footnote for most of the '70s nostalgia. Authored by Larry Karaszewski.
“Ode To The Giant Hogweeds” - A thorough examination of Peter Gabriel-era Genesis. There is absolutely no question that Genesis ceased to be a progressive rock band after Gabriel departed, trading in the complex rhythms and lyrics in favor of huge commercial success with Top 40 tripe and Motown covers. It’s a story that recalls Yes’s reimagination as an arena juggernaut. Written by Jim DeRogatis.
“The Grand Parade Of Lifeless Packaging” - An offering by James Greer, formerly of indie US proggers Guided by Voices. This is yet another Genesis article, this time focusing on the one work of the band that might rightfully be called genius. I’m speaking, of course, of the two-disk epic “The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.” The Lamb would be the album and tour that killed the Gabriel era of the band, but it sure was a great way to go out. Fans obsess about all of the hidden meanings and obscure references on that record to this day. It was unquestionably the high point of their career. If you only ever own one record by Genesis, this is the one to have.
“The Satori Underground” - By John Albert. Ostensibly an essay on King Crimson, it’s really more an essay on the “experience” of King Crimson. An affecting and effective slice-of-life tale with the band as a background soundtrack. It’s really nice writing.
“A Clockwork Wall” - By Spanish author Rodrigo Fresan. A beautifully written article that makes a deep relationship between Pink Floyd’s classic album “The Wall” and director Stanley Kubrick’s ultraviolent cultural statement “A Clockwork Orange.” The comparison mostly works. This is an extremely well constructed essay. This is quite possibly my favorite work in the collection.
“Do Gay Guys Listen To Yes?” - A personal reflection on how prog rock got author Andrew Mellen through a difficult adolescence. Another essay that focuses less on the actual bands and more on the effect that prog music had as a balm and an escapist experience for the writer. For the record, he has a bit of a point. Prog seems like a natural fit for a gay male, with its emphasis on theatrics and operatic bombast. Prog has always walked a fine line between music and performance art, but maybe in the end, that’s a bit of stereotype that we really don’t need.
“The Fool Explorers” - Author and grunge-era historian Margaret Wappler reduces King Crimson down to a soundtrack for sexual exploration with her boyfriend. It’s not the only piece to use a band or its music as a frame of reference for a fondly-held memory. Indeed, this is one of musics most powerful functions in our lives. We ALL equate songs and albums with specific points or rites of passage. It’s one of the reasons why so many bands clean up on the nostalgia circuit, trotting out the hits one more time for the aging faithful trying to reach back and relive that ONE SPECIAL MOMENT. Glory days, they’ll pass you by. It’s a fun article, though, and highlights one of the central strengths of prog: the ability to give us permission to experiment. That’s reason enough to be a fan.
“The Angular Wheel” - Nathan Larson gives us a real insiders view as he documents the experience of his band, Shudder to Think. Signed to a big-league recording contract on Epic, the band would go on to produce nothing of note beyond a cult following. More of a precursor to math-rock bands like The Dillinger Escape Plan than to outright prog, they at least displayed the prog-rock ethos admirably well. Haughty and pretentious, they aspired to be arena-worthy RAWK STARS. Had the universe aligned a bit better for them, they might have actually done it, too.
“Catch The Mist” - Beth Lisick muses on life, the universe, and everything to a backing soundtrack of Rush’s “Tom Sawyer”. If you enjoyed FM radio rock in the early 1980s, then Tom Sawyer was unavoidable. It was Rush’s biggest “hit” from their most popular album up to that point. This is another of those life portraits that uses the music as a backdrop for the zeitgeist of the moment. The saving grace of this essay is the observation that Rush was possibly the most sincere in their weirdness and awkwardness of all of the prog groups. And it’s true. The members of Rush have NEVER bothered to care what the critics might think. They just do their thing and ride the wave. Enjoy it or not, at least you know exactly what you are getting, and it will be from people who know exactly who they are. THAT is one hell of an important life lesson.
“Hung Up On These Silver Strings” - An examination of Be-Bop Deluxe, one of those proggy bands that got lost in the shuffle. They made something of a commercial dent on the UK charts, but they never made the transition to popularity across the pond. I had to go to YouTube to refamiliarize myself with the bands output. The reality is that they were only nominally prog. Be-Bop was the vehicle for Bill Nelson’s guitar histrionics more than they were a traditional prog band. Yes, they had all sorts of tricky time changes and weird rhythms, but that really doesn’t define prog. What you really have here is an early British version of Dinosaur Jr. They were not that exciting, nor is this essay. Authored by Nick Coleman.
“Set An Open Course For The Virgin Sea” - By Jeff Gordinier. Man, Styx really WAS an embarrassing band. The less said about them, the better.
“In The Court Of The CrimsonKing02” - Author Charles Bock takes a bit of artistic license with this essay about a forlorn website called MetalSludge.com, making his story revolve about a mysterious poster with the avatar CrimsonKing02. It was a bit odd seeing a King Crimson fan posting on a board dedicated to 1980s hair metal, but Bock does a great job making a humanistic story out of this fodder. It’s a fact that both Prog and Metal share a lot of characteristics as far as the devotion of the fan bases to the music are concerned. It’s hardly unusual to find Metal fans owning a substantial portion of Prog in their musical collections, and vice-versa. There is also a degree of truth that King Crimson was an influence on Metal. At the very least, they introduced significant elements of danger and darkness into the Prog scene. Crimson has toured with nu-Metal proggers Tool, and many of the more progressive minded Metal bands have picked up on their odd rhythms and unique guitar stylings.
“There Is No Rush” - By Joe Meno. Rush again serves as a backdrop for a coming-of-age tale. Personally, I don’t think that many here in the U.S. REALLY understand the inherent Canadian-ness of Rush. Pure to their roots, they are consummately nerdy and a slight bit distant. Perhaps they are a bit alien to us here south of the border. Or it could just be that they really ARE just smarter than we are. I was lucky enough to take my daughter to Rush's final tour when they came here to Austin. It was a mammoth show, her first “real” rock concert. We have seen many other classic bands since then, but that particular concert was special. I think that perhaps Rush DOES make a great soundtrack for growing up. Catch the mystery, catch the drift……
All said, a great book if you enjoy the subject matter. Don’t buy it if you don’t. Like the music itself, it will only bore you and disengage you if you are not intrigued by the hidden mysteries. This is only for the die-hards, the True Fans, the Seekers. It should have come with its own secret handshake. But if you GET IT….if you UNDERSTAND it….if you have a scratched up copy of “Tales From Topographic Oceans” in your collection….then brother or sister, it’s ON!!!!!