A Crimson Moment - 1

Spent eleven minutes today in the company of the Crimson King, the seven-headed version of the beast. I saw one of the early manifestations of Crimso, the Islands-band, play 21st Century Schizoid Man at the Free Trade Hall Manchester on two occasions in the very early 70s and it fried my teenaged brain. The version to which I listened today is even more ferocious than the ones that I experienced live, but this is a contained, mature fury. More darkly deceptive and dangerous I think.