In the second set there’s a more consistent approach when it comes to netting the muse. 3ii3 demonstrates the importance of gaps and silence in this kind of music with Bruford supporting events via his patented brand of “admirable restraint.” 3ii4 rocks along with a snarling bass line from Levin, soaring and sweeping fuzz-tone exchanges from Gunn and Fripp, with Bruford constantly taking the rhythmic pulse and then moving it at will. The night finishes with a spectacular flourish with Bill getting things underway with the drum machine at a blistering tempo, Levin, the calm space inside all the fury, holds the groove with an iron grip as Gunn and Fripp do their thang.
Overall the third night wobbles a little more than the others but eventually balances itself out. Of course that element of hazard is in the very nature of these improvised shows, and if the musicians are prepared to take the risk then shouldn’t we?