“We shall be doing a short first set as if you weren’t here just for the fun of it. if you’d like to stay you’re welcome...and after this wholly non-existent first set we shall be having a short break and coming back as if we did this for a living.” So says Robert as the LOG get underway on their first night in Belgium.
One of the problems encountered on the tour is caused by the close proximity of the band to smokes “The clubs we play in are a torment to breathing, the stale insidious product of normal cigarettes aromatically sweetened (but fouled all the same) by the large presence of Mary Jane as the rock addicts break out in Reefer Madness. More like caused by the lack of oxygen in the blood stream” the guitarist notes in his diary of the time.
There’s plenty of blood rushing to the head during Ooh Mr. Fripp. Here the team digs deep into Moroder-style disco sequencer territory with Lee and Toobad locked together in a deep groove assailed by the rising swell of Andrew’s keyboard and the rippling arpeggios from the fretboard. The gig comes to a blistering conclusion with a frantic rendition of Thrang Thrang Gozinbulx III.
