Noooo! Well, maybe -- shit, we can't decide. We have conflicted feelings about prog-legends Yes. On one hand, there's the eternally too-punk-for-our-own-good side of our brain that has hated Yes since the first time (of billions) that we heard "Owner of a Lonely Heart." On the other hand, there's the pot-smoking-beard-stroking record-critic side of our brains that can't help but pontificate about "Roundabout" any time we get the opportunity. And then there's the fact that we are just plain nerds and can't not love a band with a song called "Starship Troopers." (Don't even get us started on our even more complicated feelings about Starship Troopers author Robert Heinlein: we'll be here for weeks.) And after years and years of wrestling with this odd duality the only conclusion we can come to is -- Styx still sucks.--
Sean L. Maloney
Whaddaya mean, "Styx still sucks"? For nerdy ninth-graders circa 1981 too straight for metal and too inhibited for punk, Styx's mix of pop, pomp and prog made the ideal sonic backdrop for arguing the issues of the day -- you know, like which was more powerful, Bigby's Clenched Fist or ochre jelly. ("Yeah, I know what the Monster Manual says" might as well have been a lyric in "The Grand Illusion.") But
The Virgin Suicides and
Freaks and Geeks both recognized "Come Sail Away" as one of those songs whose show-tune bombast and utterly gaga sincerity bring back the rush of years -- and a helpless pang of lost innocence -- in a single stab to the heart. Here is a band that blundered past the cool cops' roadblocks like Kool-Aid busting through concrete walls, and we the uncool loved them. Maybe you'll use this bill to start an argument over which holds up better, Styx without Dennis DeYoung or Yes without Jon Anderson. But you'll have a lot more fun if you let "The Grand Illusion" play while you're duking it out.--
Jim Ridley
— Sean L. Maloney & Jim Ridley