1. That feeling of rapid-onset deja-vu nausea when listening to prog rock and other prog-type music where all of the endless, meaningless chord changes have the same bent and dissonance to them, ie most of Frank Zappa's career, pretty much all of Progrock, yup, burn it all. I won't labor the point any further which is what Progrock fans want, endless twists and turns in a dismal maze of liminal spaces posturing as epic nu-color neuro-fap-splashings INYRMINDBRO alluded to in the cover art with 30k feet backdrops and goopy, prickly tundras. It's all alotta rot, mate. Get over your Music Theory jaggery and write a melody for a sunny day for once. The reduction of music to math is a demoralization tactic, after all. The Science of Music. We got algorithms and AI to handle that now. Get on with being human.
2. A portmanteau of Prosopagnosia (face blindness), Prognosis (predicting the likelihood or expected development of a disease), Prog/ressive, and Nausea. Fitting since ProgRock can't recognize or present unique musical "faces", relegated to popping out predictably diseased devolutionary music-shaped lumps akin to half-baked dysgenic golems of their creator's making, there to terrorize and timewaste you into a depressive slump. Sure, YES has a few good albums, and Ruins "Refusal Fossil" and "Symphonica" and a few other odd tracks surpass this territory (but not much of their other material), but there's little else that escapes it, the dreaded Prognausea Zone.
2. A portmanteau of Prosopagnosia (face blindness), Prognosis (predicting the likelihood or expected development of a disease), Prog/ressive, and Nausea. Fitting since ProgRock can't recognize or present unique musical "faces", relegated to popping out predictably diseased devolutionary music-shaped lumps akin to half-baked dysgenic golems of their creator's making, there to terrorize and timewaste you into a depressive slump. Sure, YES has a few good albums, and Ruins "Refusal Fossil" and "Symphonica" and a few other odd tracks surpass this territory (but not much of their other material), but there's little else that escapes it, the dreaded Prognausea Zone.
A: Uhhhwwngg, I'm not feeling so good, can we turn off the progrock for a while?
B: Sounds like a case of Prognausea, innit?
C: WAIT, WOT, AND MISS THESE NEXT 17 ELECTRIC CHORD CHANGES LEADING ME TO VALHALLIC INEBRIATION OF THE MINDSOUL-TRANSGASH-SEXQUIPIDILLIONESQEURADE AS EXPLAINED IN THE LINER NOTES BY THIS SELF-PROCLAIMED BAND OF GURU-THERAPYPET-PHILOSOPHERS? I WOULDN'T MISS IT IF I WERE YOU!
D: I don't want to go for a ride on your prognausea carnival ride, thank you very much! Let me out before I vomit me meatpie on yr jumper, bruv!
B: Sounds like a case of Prognausea, innit?
C: WAIT, WOT, AND MISS THESE NEXT 17 ELECTRIC CHORD CHANGES LEADING ME TO VALHALLIC INEBRIATION OF THE MINDSOUL-TRANSGASH-SEXQUIPIDILLIONESQEURADE AS EXPLAINED IN THE LINER NOTES BY THIS SELF-PROCLAIMED BAND OF GURU-THERAPYPET-PHILOSOPHERS? I WOULDN'T MISS IT IF I WERE YOU!
D: I don't want to go for a ride on your prognausea carnival ride, thank you very much! Let me out before I vomit me meatpie on yr jumper, bruv!
by jitterbutter September 23, 2023