And so, deep in Grumpy Woods, we retreat into the world of prog to reflect on the dystopian nightmare of the world outside. Away from corporations sucking the pennies from our pockets and the politicians who lie to our faces, smirking at our gullibility. The bishops in their finery peering at us from a lofty height, hands held out in judgement “for a small consideration, your sins will be forgiven”. Our worth measured in trinkets, whilst the disaffected, the lonely and the poor appeal for mercy. The acquisition of wealth poisons everything.