“This is the last batch of three for this evening. For those of you who have been sitting but not dancing, this is your last chance to get lucky” says Fripp near the end of the show. We’re lucky it was captured in such fine audio quality - the second Inductive Resonance, complete with some fine fairground organ trills, is easily worth the price of admission on its own.
The run of numbers from TTGI through to TTGII (including the paint-still-wet Minor Man) are astonishingly powerful and show just how well this group have gelled. His notion of an experimental dance group had been well and truly tested not only musically but by some hellish logistics and nightmarish infrastructure. Yet if Fripp had wanted to find out if the metric puzzles that had been tickling his fretboard for some time could work not just with the head but also find expression in the hips as well, the 18 shows in Europe had provided him with an overwhelmingly positive answer. After this lively show, the team headed over the channel to make their London debut.
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