Wetton sounds like he’s still revving along from the previous track, Cross uses his wah-wah pedal to sculpt a more robust texture that will cut through; Bruford creates dynamics by brief fusillades that abruptly stop and Fripp throws some atonal scatterings that slip between the harmonic terrain presented before him. In short, it’s a scramble toward terra firma. Yet, the improvisation rapidly finds form, driven in part by Bruford’s racing groove and Wetton’s hyperactive bass lines, and pulls the audience along into the space they’ve created. When they finally reach a previously agreed staging post, signalled by a Wetton-composed motif, they hurtle into a furious maelstrom of ragged, jagged shards and thunderous, racing pulses that crescendo into the sombre tones of Exiles. It’s a magical, astonishing moment.
Please note:- This show is the same as the one from Oklahoma 24th April 1973. The reason for the duplication is that we actually don't know the date of this show for certain, also they seem be from different sources.