Title: The sound of six hands wanking
Product review: My first rock concert was seeing Emerson, Lake and Palmer in Pullman, Washington in 1974, and I used to love this album as 3 LP's on vinyl. But listening to it now, it's hard to take, and comes across as extraordinarily self-indulgent. Some of the songs ("Toccata," for example) might be interesting today if covered by an industrial band, and others sound hilariously like Devo in their primitive synth noodlings. Still, this is nicely recorded, and an accurate time capsule of the age when prog rock ruled the world. And remember, punk rock was spawned in part as a reaction to exactly this sort of masturbatory, self-important excess.
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