It’s tempting to quote my late bud Bruce Lee again, when he described symphonic prog like ELP as “The only kind of rock you have to hate.” And I’m mildly annoyed at the new hipster revisionism that claims ELP were in truth stompin’ & grand. (Does the word “middlebrow” mean anything to you kidz?)
But honest, they never had a chance with me simply because of the context in which I first encountered their music. Symphonic prog fans, seemed like anyway, touted almost no other kinds of rock and roll. And often loathed stuff like the country blues. The final blow: whenever I got stoned, ELP would drive me shrieking from the room if somebody was idiot enough to put them on.