A wonderful reading of The Night Watching is no laughing matter however. In the raised adrenelin levels that comes from switching from one high-octane track like Lament, a song as delicate as this could easily be over-played and brutalised. Yet the band manage to pull off something powerful without recourse to bludgeoning the audience.
Shards of scattering Xylophone, simmering bass, squalling electric piano and terse guitar form the bulk of the improv that goes into some fairly hard-edged areas before Bruford kicks the thing off into a groove at around six minutes. They build-up and pay-off are worthwhile spawning an Asbury Park style laser beam solo from Fripp. When Cross cuts in with a rising Mellotron theme, it’s a truly magical moment.