As I said on the blog back in 2005 "Fripp’s concert of June 23rd begins somewhere dark but gradually opens up to shine a light that is unforgiving in its intensity. There’s a symphonic sweep, graceful and stately that eventually collapses in on itself as though the player was unable to carry the sheer weight of the content. The paradox in this performance is that the slow unfurling of the music gives the impression of barely moving, of almost being stationary. Yet by the end one is conscious of having travelled a great distance."