A much more pensive-sounding tuning of the air which opens the gig is made darker still when Gunn joins in rumbling and snorting at the lower end of his instrument. Trey is a complete beast on House - no wonder the audience burst into applause at the conclusion of a particularly raging outing by him.

As the boys embark on Search For Planet Zarg, space really is the place as notes stretch into a multi-coloured psych-rock drench-out. Ditto House in which Gunn wails away like there’s no tomorrow - the ebb and flow becoming increasingly wilder as the track progresses. Ade locks down the groove nice and solid. Light ConstruKction is still at this stage very loose. The mutant jazz that begins Low Life On Sagittarius A quickly evaporates with Fripp producing the wafts of strange smoky notes that you sometimes hear on a Threnody, perhaps recalling the sombre atmospheres at the beginnings of the concert.

Once again, it’s interesting to hear Thrush still in the process of finding itself as Fripp delivers a yearning solo that sounds like it’s being beamed from another galaxy altogether. The second set ramps up the intensity that’s been on a rolling boil throughout the first.

There’s not such a cautious sense to this gig as perhaps was in evidence the previous evening. Trey certainly appreciated the difference in the atmosphere between the first and second gigs. “Now this is more like it! A great crowd, and a good sound. It all makes life worth living again. Also, it was a standing audience (Ventura was a seated theater.) I think we've found that a standing audience gets us going more. A very mixed crowd as well. A very un-Crimson crowd (read: lots of women and younger surfer-dude types.)”