Classic moment this morning: I was playing Änglagård’s Hybris relatively loudly in the commons room of my suite with the door open, and as I listened and studied for an exam this afternoon, a custodian was standing outside the door, listening. He asked me what it was, I said blandly, “a weird Swedish band”, he listened for a bit more to the flute line rising above a miasma of keys and bass, with a contemplative look on his face, and then said, “I like it.” Apparently he produces music as a sort of hobby, and he liked the freshness of Änglagård’s rather different sound. Clearly this well-spoken man knows what’s up! :)
I was surprised, to say the least. He asked me for the band’s name and then asked if he could find it at the local record store.
I’ve never more regretted that prog rock is so difficult to find. I didn’t feel like telling him I’d blown $50 on my copy of the album (on eBay, if you must know) because it’s so obscure and so out-of-print that some of the most dedicated fans in the world can’t find it. Sigh. I am, however, making him a copy and referring him to this website.