Glyn Havard

Well, these guys are incredibly competent, and more than capable of tying their own sonic shoelaces. But as prog bands go, compositionally they're strictly 'B' list. Each piece consists of carefully considered sections stitched neatly together, the overall effect being of a stroll through an 'interesting' art gallery, featuring an emphasis on a cleverness of construction, rather than an overall emotional connection. The result is a lack of vista, a tour of a remarkably well executed, but nevertheless 'enclosed' structure that, at the end, leaves one reaching the exit door anticipating that first gulp of fresh air. Probably the most competent band of musos ever to grace Vertigo's shores, but like so many others of this era, notable only for post-King Crimson references.