There’s no doubt, it’s fun to be self-righteous from time to time. Well, “fun” for the writer, if not for the reader.
I’ve been patiently waiting for my deluxe box set of TO THE BONE to arrive in Michigan. It finally arrived today, and it’s a thing of beauty and wonder, at least in terms of packaging. It’s now my fourth such Steven Wilson deluxe box set, and I assume the deluxe edition will always be my default purchase option when it comes to any thing new Wilson releases.
Our own beloved Richard has already reviewed the new album rather nicely and objectively.
I’ve only given the album a listen or two. It’s pretty neat, but it’s not grabbed me in the way that the previous solo albums have. Such is life. I’m going to let my like or dislike of it grow organically.
Still, I must write this. Not liking the album is an OK position to hold. I saw several folks today on social media claiming that if you don’t like the new Steven Wilson, you’re betraying the prog tradition. What the ???????? Let me repeat that: What the ????????
One more time: What the ??????
There are days I simply need to detox regarding social media and, especially, Facebook. For some reason, the new Steven Wilson has become a lightning rod in the way Donald Trump is a lightning rod. One either hates or loves him. No via media.
If I choose not to decide, I still have made a choice. So once spoketh Neil Peart. And, I agree wholeheartedly.