I’ve given variations on this speil before, but here goes:
People in general, and movie critics in particular, often equate “Pretentiousness” in music with the prog-rock and art-rock movements. Is that valid? Well, yes and no. Sometimes, prog-rock bands bit off more than they could chew. Sometimes, musicians who weren’t all that intelligent tried to write deep, meaningful lyrics on heavy subjects, and ended up writing pap. Or, sometimes musicians tried to push the envelope and did lengthy jam sessions or instrumentals that got boring. That’s all true.
But to me, pretentiousness is an attitude, not a particular genre. Any time a band or artist gives off a vibe that practically intones, “Listen to US! We are ARTISTS, and we are making important STATEMENTS,” that’s pretentious. ESPECIALLY if the artists shows little or no humor, self-awareness, or recognition of their own limitations.
Genesis, ELP, King Crimson and Yes didn’t know the Meaning of Life any more than I do, so if they recorded a 20 minute song exploring that topic, the results could be embarrassing.
But you know what? A stark, simple folk song can be incredibly arrogant and embarrassingly pretentious, too. Almost ever song of Bruce Springsteen’s ***Nebraska ***album was stark, simple AND unbeearably pretentious. Bruce is not partcularly smart, but feels compelled to try to make A Really Big Statement on many of his records. WHen he does, he’s pompous and boring.
By contrast, the Moody Blues were rarely pompous, even when they used lush orchestration. Underneath the mellotron, the Moodies were always a simple pop/R & B band from Birmingham. Strip away the orchestral sound and you usually found a pretty good pop ballad underneath most of their songs. (“Nights in White Satin” isn’t about the Meaning of Life, after all. It was just a song about a heartbroken guy who’s missing his ex-girlfriend.)
Like the Beatles, the Moodies were basically a pop band thta got an opportunity to experiemtn a little with different sounds, and try new things. Sometimes those experiments resulted in great music, sometimes not. But in the end, neither Paul McCartney nor Justin Heyward regarded himself as an intellectual or an artiste.