Thunderous. Thumping. Tumultuous. Turbulent. These are words beginning with a T at this time to describe just a fraction of what Bruford gets up to throughout this gig in general, and Indiscipline - specifically during the introduction. There’s a sense of glee at being able to slip off the leash and simply enjoy the freedom to go in any direction he chooses. It’s a great-sounding audience recording and you can hear just how wild the crowd is at what they’ve heard when Indiscipline brings the formal part of the show to a conclusion. The level of applause at this number and the set as a whole is astonishing.
Having already played new and as-yet unrecorded numbers including Manhattan, later to be retitled Neurotica, Neal And Jack And Me, and an instrumental version of The Howler, the Crims come back with yet another new piece, Absent Lovers. Although the trademark heterophonic weaving is very much in evidence on this track, it never quite melds in the same way that the Discipline material achieved. Nevertheless, despite being very much a work in progress, it was only played live a handful of times so any recording of it in the wild such as this one is always going to be of interest to Crimheads.
Thunderous. Thumping. Tumultuous. Turbulent. These are words beginning with a T at this time to describe just a fraction of what Bruford gets up to throughout this gig in general, and Indiscipline - specifically during the introduction. There’s a sense of glee at being able to slip off the leash and simply enjoy the freedom to go in any direction h...
gave this show a listen. And what a listen it was. Very enjoyable.
Written by Craig
The after silence was deafening.
Was there. First row in front of Belew. Me and about ten friends of mine all lined up early to get in first. All dosed. This show was pretty early into the Discipline tour and boy were these guys having fun! Fripp ALMOST got off his stool once or twice. After blowing all our minds they concluded with a version of Larks Tongue that was truly molten. The end, with the whirling, sonic onslaught was truly mind melting.
Then…with the volume at peak decibalage…on cue…they just stop…as if so...
Was there. First row in front of Belew. Me and about ten friends of mine all lined up early to get in first. All dosed. This show was pretty early into the Discipline tour and boy were these guys having fun! Fripp ALMOST got off his stool once or twice. After blowing all our minds they concluded with a version of Larks Tongue that was truly molten. The end, with the whirling, sonic onslaught was truly mind melting.
Then…with the volume at peak decibalage…on cue…they just stop…as if someone pulled the main power cord for the whole town..(you all know how this song ends)! Well, when the sound stopped, so suddenly, there was maybe two or three seconds of absolute silence…before everyone started to clap. That sudden silence, after the pummeling coda of that song…was the loudest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
People walked out of that venue in a daze and proceeded to walk around outside in tiny circles muttering to themselves. We soon realized one of our group was missing. We found him, sitting alone on a bench. I asked if he was ok. He looked up at me, incredulous, and replied: “Weren’t you in there?”
Written by Josh Emery
Good Times
This show was a blast. The band was full of energy and clearly enjoying themselves. The story I heard at the time was that Fripp wanted Bruford to stay off the cymbals. I was very close to the stage and at some point Bruford goes from one side of his kit to the other hitting a lot of cymbals and he keeps hitting them. It appears as if he is intentionally avoiding looking at Fripp. Fripp stops playing, dropping his hand from the guitar looking at Bruford with a frown...
This show was a blast. The band was full of energy and clearly enjoying themselves. The story I heard at the time was that Fripp wanted Bruford to stay off the cymbals. I was very close to the stage and at some point Bruford goes from one side of his kit to the other hitting a lot of cymbals and he keeps hitting them. It appears as if he is intentionally avoiding looking at Fripp. Fripp stops playing, dropping his hand from the guitar looking at Bruford with a frown kind of waving his hand a little like he was hoping to get Bruford’s attention at which point Bruford finally stops hitting the cymbals, looks at Fripp with a huge grin on his face and appears to bark at Fripp. At this Fripp laughs heartily as does Bruford and they all get back to tearing up the place. That’s how I remember it and I’ve always wondered if my take on what went on between Fripp and Bruford was anywhere near what they thought took place.