There is a plethora of Progressive Rock and Metal bands out there with an ever growing progosphere to boot. Yet, today’s prog gets dangerously close to the state of being predictive. Some think good prog needs to be djents and only djents, plus some high pitched wailing. Others profess that only chaos will pay homage to the mighty gods of progressive nirvana. Loki preserve us – forsooth!
Now, this year (still) promises great things, like the new pop-infused (shiver…) album of Steven Wilson after his stellar Hand. Cannot. Erase. Not to forget the pretty cool latest piece of work of Lucassen‘s Ayreon that just arrived.… Got hooked? Raid this some more...
You’ve got bands that stick to their guns like there is no tomorrow. And they will always rehash what was before until their days run out. Comfort in sounds and numbers, right? And truly, for some it pays off. They fill stadiums with fans wanting nothing more than to listen to the same shit all over again. Mind you, these bands are good at what they do and a lot of fans like precisely that level of comfort. 
Just think about alt-country and good ol’ root music. Staunch, country-fare American sounds pouring out of your loudspeakers. Lost down in Tennessee, boozed up by too much moonshine, but still good enough to enjoy on a hot summer evening. Then again punkish lo-fi pseudo rock’n’roll aesthetics served on a Southern Comfort laced platter of a full Southern Breakfast. 
Sometimes you will find a record that has this knack to hook you, but you have no idea why. It is some sort of visceral pull that makes you come back for more. So happened with the somewhat unorthodox Swiss Rock band 