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It's become clear, from several music threads on here, that there are a number of people who spent their 1970's teenage years in dark, joss-stick scented rooms listening to assorted practitioners of prog rock, an art form where loads of musicians took themselves far too seriously, and produced concept albums, played in complex time signatures, mostly about the mating habits of caddis fly larvae (yes; I know larvae can't mate 
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One of the most endearing aspects of this foolishness was the names that were chosen for tracks by some of the more esoteric bands. Someone has already mentioned the Floyd, with the immortal "Several species of small furry animals, gathered together in a cave and grooving with a Pict" but there were many, many others.
Here's a few that I remember particularly fondly:
Squeezing sponges over Policemen's heads - Gong
Wet cheese delirium - also Gong
Mummy was an asteroid, Daddy was a small, non-stick kitchen utensil - Quiet Sun
Big John Wayne socks psychology on the jaw - Hatfield and the North
Any more nominations?
)One of the most endearing aspects of this foolishness was the names that were chosen for tracks by some of the more esoteric bands. Someone has already mentioned the Floyd, with the immortal "Several species of small furry animals, gathered together in a cave and grooving with a Pict" but there were many, many others.
Here's a few that I remember particularly fondly:
Squeezing sponges over Policemen's heads - Gong
Wet cheese delirium - also Gong
Mummy was an asteroid, Daddy was a small, non-stick kitchen utensil - Quiet Sun
Big John Wayne socks psychology on the jaw - Hatfield and the North
Any more nominations?
