Au-dela du delire, by Ange (1974): Until last week, this was the sum total of French prog that I owned. I had a hard time getting past the really melodramatic vocalist, who often sounds as if he's about to spit up a hairball. But today, for some reason, I did overlook those and was more impressed by the music that I had been previously. For one thing, there is gobs and gobs of juicy Mellotron on this disc. For another, there are several tasty guitar solos. Still not a prime slice of symphonic prog, but it's taken a step up in my esteem.