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Weekly Vinyl – King Crimson

30 Dec

Young Person’s Guide to King Crimson
King Crimson
(1976)
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To call this disc a “best-of record” would be to underrate it. It is more than a “best-of” compilation. It has an oddity and a rarity. Just one of each mind you.
To refer to it as a “guide” as the title suggests would be to fall into the preposterous overblown pretentiousness that prog-rock usually mired itself in.
So what is this then?
Well for one, it is great to hear Greg Lake’s voice again – he sadly passed away December 7, 2016. Another great musician that was lost this year.
For another – it is great to hear this music again.
This album is the novel that Robert Fripp, the guitarist and force behind King Crimson, was writing through this first incarnation. He edited out some of the bits for this compilation and presents a vision of what King Crimson was about. It is a distillation. Here is the essence.
And it is a good essence.

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Weekly Vinyl – Pussyfooting

2 Oct

No Pussyfooting
Robert Fripp & Brian Eno
(1973)
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This is supposed to be ambient music but is it really? The music challenges the listener. It beacons them and then forces them away.
It is rather brilliant. If you are in the right frame of mind it will carry you away on a transcendental wave of soothing music. Listen to it the next day when you are busy or just not in the mood – it will annoy and confuse.
The cover photo of Eno and Fripp sitting in a mirrored room is indicative of the music on the album. Using tape loops – two reel-to-reel tape recorders on recording and one playing – Eno was able to create powerful loops using Fripp’s unique guitar playing and some synths.
I’m writing this and have the album playing – it jumps from background to the foreground quite easily and I find myself lost in a reverie and floating with the music … and not writing.
Fantastic.

Weekly Vinyl – Islands

13 Sep

Islands
King Crimson
(1971)
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What an interesting hodge-podge of sound. It is at once as delicate and fleeting as a puff of wind and nasty and harsh as an early morning contractor using a circular saw. There are many styles of music here — each one trying to assert its dominance.
But none do — and this is a problem with this album.
As the album side would finish I would try to think of what I heard. And no thoughts occur. So I listen to it again and again. Nothing. It is a good album And it must be noted that all the music is frightfully well executed, however it does not really have a musical direction. It is like some of the “free jazz,” interludes that crop up here and there in the songs. Nice noodling but where are you going.