Whatever has been said about this album, this is truly a great, genre-defining album. Moonlight is a tad too long, but all great albums have their flaws, don't they?
Whatever has been said about this album, this is truly a great, genre-defining album. Moonlight is a tad too long, but all great albums have their flaws, don't they?
Well, this is wild. This classic prog album opens with ‘21st Century Schizoid Man’ that combines an full on Fripp freak out rock guitar solo, freeform jazz, angrily political lyrics and an eerie intro produced when someone accidentally rested their arm on a malfunctioning reed organ. The second track ‘I Talk to the Wind’ calms things down a little with a flute dancing around the melody, before we get to the mellotron heavy ‘Epitaph’ to close side one. Flipping the album over, there are just two tracks - Moonchild and the cosmic weirdness of the title track which is like some sort of fever dream that builds to an epic climax. Prog-tastic!