The Benja-man Is Verbose

I think in previous entries in this series I've established my basic peccadilloes - I like just enough of a veneer of sophistication to keep me entertained whilst I grab on to a big catchy hook.   Epica  doesn't quite fit that, falling more into the category I summarized in the last post - pleasant swells of music that don't leave much of an impression.  I keep wondering if it's going to grab me, like the afternoon I found myself humming a bit of "Farewell" at work.  I consider it a triumph that I can kinda, sorta, remember how that one goes, although all I remember is the vocal part.  "The Mourning After" makes its way into my head fairly often through sheer repetition, but I don't know if that really counts as catchiness so much as just having heard the main lyric three times as often as in most other songs.  The rest... mostly drawing a blank.  Why aren't the songs - songs that, almost universal...