Auditorium West Palm Beach
The improv that acts as a prelude to Exiles is dark and sombre which of course stands in dramatic contrast to the joyous elation that surges through Fripp’s solo during a superb reading of the song. The second improv that ultimately runs into The Talking Drum cautiously opens with another fractious frightscape with Cross on the lower register of the violin taking the piece into a deeply introspective location. When Fripp’s Mellotron strings enter, Bruford keeps steady time with rimshots, sounding rather like where the idea for the ballad section for Starless might have originated. That sense of recognition is reinforced when Cross enters again with a plaintive, mournful solo. Rounding an eventful evening off with a cracking Larks’ II and a bulldozer Schizoid Man, this is a great gig.