aklikins and I went to see Porcupine Tree last night at the Lincoln Theatre in Raleigh — sort of new prog rock. The opener “3” was (to my ears) way too “stereotypical” aging skool heavy/artistic rockers.  IOW, they had long, thin and receding hair and there was much of that high-pitched, overwrought faux-english scream-singing style that I find incredibly ear-poking (and not in a good way).

Porcupine Tree, though, was great.  I had remembered that some of their stuff was really harmonically thick with a seriously groove beat (and those, like The Sound of Musik, I loved) and some of it was sort of Pink Floyd-y (Lips of Ashes) or old Genesis-y (can’t remember the name of the song that really made me think that).  I was not as familiar with some of the more “heavy” stuff, but mostly it was ok (not oh-my-heavens *wonderful* but still ok).

The funniest moment in the show, for me, was the line in the Porcupine Tree song Sleep Together:  “Burn my Prada trainers” … can a prog rock group know what Prada trainers are?  Is that allowed?  Seems like someone should come and revoke some of their prog-rock cred for that…