Moving Gelatine Plates

Another piece of evidence confirming that 1971 is, indeed, the greatest year for music so far. Everything about this album is cool, especially in its silliness, like the ridiculously long drum solo or the quoting nursery rhymes in weird kid-like voices.

These past few years, I've been far removed from my heyday as a prog rock lover, but I still enjoy an album here and there when it's done well.

MGP succeeds in doing just that. I'm a sucker for manic drumming in a quirky atmosphere, so this is right up my alley. It blends rock and jazz with a dash of theatrical art, connecting it all with great technical proficiency. A real treat for all lovers of fun progressive rock in the vein of bands like Caravan and Soft Machine.