Prog snob

Miserable cunts (usually British) who are insistent that progressive rock is the only decent genre of music and who actively dislikes anything outside that category. These creatures tend to have as much fun in their 50s as they did in their teens (basically none) as they’re convinced that clubbing and partying is “lame” and instead sit at home with their wanked out pressing of dark side of the moon because it’s “fun to be alternative”. They marry wives who are frequently into pop music and receive daily reminders as to why Phil Collins shouldn’t have replaced Peter Gabriel in Genesis, to which they respond “well anything but a fucking 20 minute song that does fuck all”. It should be noted that they scour the internet in misery, commenting on pop videos and replying in anger on music forums.