Red similarly mutates into something that’s not so much heavy as molten; vestiges of the shape and structure can be discerned as it moves from one state of physicality to another that’s altogether more amorphous and ambiguous.
The Sheltering Sky suffers particular when the excitement of the crowd effectively layers out sections of Fripp’s opening solo, and a lone handclapper, prior to Belew’s cloud sequence, is following a beat entirely of his own devising. Brown moments bedevil Neal And Jack And Me although the end of the formal verse with Belew holding the vocal note and Fripp’s emerging solo, has a endearing albeit savage beauty.
There are moments of clarity such as on Matte Kudasai and sections of Frame By Frame and although this is generally a lively and direct performance, it that comes through a prism of distortion which lends it a diffuse punkish ambience that will likely appeal to only the most ardent of completist orientated Crimheads.