It’s tempting to think that the staccato attack on the strings here are in some way evocative of Fripp’s time in NYC.[endtease] Certainly there’s something of the frantic pace which one encounters in the city that never sleeps, and the tune being belted out here shares the adrenalin-driven charge of You Burn Me Up I’m A Cigarette which we know was composed during Fripp’s time in the States. Clearly, it was an idea that fell by the wayside, failing to turn up in in The League of Gentlemen or King Crimson. Yet even in this very lo-fi basic rendition, there’s a freshness which suggests it would’ve been well worthy of consideration for either outfits.
This track is available for download as part of a bumper collection of Mr Stormy's Monday Selections - his second year of random romps through the murky, cavernous DGM archives, torch in hand, fedora upon his head.
This track is available for download as part of a bumper collection of Mr Stormy's Monday Selections - his second year of random romps through the murky, cavernous DGM archives, torch in hand, fedora upon his head.