Magrathea

Legend has it,that at the fag end of the twentieth century,four explorers set out to find the fabled glittering caves of Progressivia. Deep in the forests of Roedeania,the worn out travellers came across a sprightly female clad in white.Her minxy dance offended yet titillated their Victorian senses. When approached,the lady informed them of a flying ship that would take them to their journey’s end.Laa-Tee-Mar the snowgoose was the pilot.He demanded a forfeit. “You must leave behind all pop sensibilities,and cast away the straight chords!”. The boys trembled with fear and prepared their polytonalities,as the fragile landscape flew by. The ship finally touched down on a bizarre jagged island,floating in space.The grumpy Crimson King gave them permission to explore the caves.”Beware the Taurus God!.He lies beyond the Old Field!” Descending the uneven steps,time slowed down to a jerky 7/8 rhythm.It was then that beheld a strange crystal that gave off immense progressive vibes! His immediate reaction was to Hackett to pieces,but restrained by the others,the crystal was removed back to Blighty . It was then our intrepid heroes discovered that by attaching new fangled electricity,the crystal created massive sonic landscapes,using the boys own instruments and imagination. The one called Alexander cried,”Behold,the Crystal of Progressivia!.We should share this vision with lesser mortals and expand their horizons!” And so it was said,and so it shall,be Progged