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September 18, 2008

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Kiko Jones

"...the iron-clad rule about prog rock: girls don't like it. Even more than other very macho forms--metal, hardcore punk--prog just doesn't translate to female ears."

This must be a generational thing: I doubt Yes got to be one of the biggest rock bands of the '70s--prog or otherwise--or have chart hits ("Your Move" #40; "Roundabout" #13; "Owner of a Lonely Heart #1) and six consecutive US Top Ten albums (Fragile, Close to the Edge, Tales from Topographic Oceans, Relayer, Going for the One, Tormato) without the ladies.

But I get your point.

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