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Progressive rock, or prog rock, emerged in the late 1960s and reached its zenith in the 1970s, characterized by its ambition to push the boundaries of conventional rock music. Bands like Pink Floyd, Yes, and Genesis led the way, incorporating complex compositions, intricate instrumental arrangements, and often philosophical or fantastical lyrics.
Prog rock eschewed the typical verse-chorus-verse structure in favor of extended instrumental passages and conceptual album themes. The genre’s virtuosity extended to its musicianship, with elaborate solos and use of non-traditional instruments. While some criticized progressive rock for its perceived pretentiousness, its impact on the evolution of rock music cannot be overstated, influencing subsequent generations of musicians and contributing to the broader spectrum of experimental and art-oriented genres.
Drones is Muse returning to their core sound with a sneer, not a smile. It’s clunky in spots and wild in others, but it’s alive, and that’s what counts. The album follows a narrative arc—drone to deserter, machine to man—but never lets its concept crowd the actual songs.
Peter Gabriel’s third solo Peter Gabriel informally dubbed Melt for its cover art doesn’t want to be liked. It wants to stick to your ribs, to whisper weird things in your sleep. And it does. Melt is Gabriel’s broken mirror—and if you’re brave enough to stare, you’ll see more than just his reflection.
Watershed isn’t tidy. It’s messy, dramatic, and full of left turns. But that’s what makes it fascinating. It doesn’t just mark the end of an era—it shows you what the next one might sound like, even if it doesn’t know exactly how to get there yet.
Rush’s Snakes & Arrows isn’t nostalgia—it’s a thunderous, philosophical blast from three veterans still evolving. Gritty, heavy, and full of soul, it finds Lee, Lifeson, and Peart pushing forward with brains, brawn, and zero interest in coasting.
Black Holes and Revelations is Muse’s leap into space-opera rock—bombastic, paranoid, and gloriously over-the-top. A sci-fi fever dream powered by fuzz, fury, and ambition, it’s where they ditched restraint and reached for the stars—loudly.
De-Loused in the Comatorium convulses with prog-punk chaos, jazz fusion, and mythic madness. It’s a feral, rhythmic wormhole—screamed, shredded, and barely contained. Not built for comfort, but for combustion. The Mars Volta at their most unhinged.
Songs for the Deaf is a sandblasted fever dream of rhythm, distortion, and bad decisions. Queens of the Stone Age push rock through a twisted lens, crafting one of the 2000s’ loudest, smartest, and least apologetic albums.
There’s real desperation under the drama, real awe inside the ambition. Muse aren’t just playing with big sounds—they’re chasing something unknowable, clawing at the divine with fuzz pedals and conspiracy theories. It’s messy. It’s loud. And it’s glorious.
Tool – Lateralus Tool doesn’t write songs so much as rituals. Lateralus isn’t a record you casually toss on while folding laundry. It demands attention, patience, and maybe a stiff drink or two. It’s architecture in sound—songs spiraling inward and outward, like Fibonacci’s ghost decided to front a prog-metal band with a few scores to…
Mer de Noms isn’t just a good debut—it’s a spell. An atmosphere. A slow-burning fever dream for those who like their rock with a little more elegance and a lot more bite. It aches, it roars, and it whispers things you’ll be thinking about long after it ends.