This gig is worth it for the opening soundscape that tests the air on this first night in Boulder. It’s a authoritative brooding presence probing unexplored territory. The best track King Crimson never quite recorded makes it glorious debut here; molten guitar oozes up from the bubbling bedrock that is Seizure. Trey Gunn shines throughout but particularly on an beat-laden Thrush and Ghost III; his echoing solo dancing over Pat’s tabla-driven rhythm and Levin’s throbbing bass. For some people in the audience that night it was too much and out they stormed declaring “I didn’t pay good money to hear a bunch of jazz-noises!” RF comments that the first set of the night was the one for him “The most dangerous, and clearly of the greatest discovery. The first of anything has a power - the power present in the simple fact of the unfolding and emerging.”
