Review by Bokonon
Breowrr bah-duh-dah bumpa, brrawwr brawwr…
Take your own stab at spelling it out, but the opening strains of “21st Century Schizoid Man” sent yet another thrilling shiver through The Egg last Tuesday and Wednesday nights. Another? Well, geez, it was competing with the performance premiere of “One More Red Nightmare” (40 years on from its vinyl bow), the barbed art crunch of “Red” and the righteous skronk of “Sailor’s Tale” (itself last heard live in 1984).
King Crimson was in the house and it was any prog fan’s wet dream. Yes, Genesis, Gentle Giant… pussies all compared to — Jack Black, back me up here — the majesty of King Crimson.
While the other blokes his age were bluesing it up through the late ’60s, Robert Fripp was getting his Henry Purcell on, forging a baroque jazz metal weirdness that festers to this day.