“I was a terrible proghead growing up. It was my passion. I used to go to gigs every weekend – Genesis, Van der Graaf Generator, King Crimson, Pink Floyd, Yes, anything.” At face value, there doesn’t seem to be much in common between prog and industrial rock. Yet peel back the skin and the similarities start to reveal themselves: the love of experimental forms, fluid time signatures, weird instrumentation, provocative visuals, the concept of performance art. And, of course, great song titles.
Step forward Throbbing Gristle, the insurgents of noise who unpacked such industro-prog terrors as Maggot Death, Zyklon B Zombie, Perception Is The Only Reality, His Arm Was Her Leg and Hamburger Lady. The band’s rise may have coincided with the onset of punk, but the creative liberties of…