Just after the prog wars, which took place somewhat along the lines of
Utopia's "The Last Of The New Wave Riders" (though modern astronomers
have confirmed the whole universe is indeed NOT a giant guitar), the
scattered bands, dressed in fanciful apocalypse clothing, like mummers,
formed into garbled groups who took their names from the imperfectly
remembered prog progenitors. This is their story — the story of Pink
Dream, Tangerine Genesis, and Yes Floyd....