I didn't really have patience for 90 minutes of prog, so I half listened whilst I made mince pies. It was ok, the pies weren't much better. Less noodling than I was expecting. I grew up loving Fish-era Marillion who shaped themselves on Gabriel-era Genesis, but I'm not really feeling this one. I blame The Who’s Tommy for all this impenetrable weirdness. Even The Small Faces went in for it on Ogden’s Nut Gone Flake!