Don’t get whiplash as we jump to a challenge room from the galactic edges of progressive rock. How prog is too prog? No prog, of course! There’s no need to fear multi-movement song suites labeled with Roman numerals, songs written in the invented language of Kobaïan, or ten minute LSD-fueled guitar solos played by Eddie Hazel under the mistaken belief that his mother had died. These frankly absurd artists aren’t great despite being pretentious and bombastic, they’re great because they’re pretentious and bombastic.