King Crimson

Just as they were about to be classed among the living relics, Robert Fripp and friends have
returned from a lengthy creative hiatus with an inventive new album. They've taken the
disjointed pieces of Larks' Tongues in Aspic, infused them with some life, and woven them
into a package as stunningly powerful as In the Court of the Crimson King, the LP that
launched "mellotron rock." Crimson displays a certain confidence here that has... More >

This is as close as this chronically interesting group has ever come to a good album, or maybe it's as close as Robert Fripp has ever come to dominating this chronically interesting group. As usual, things improve markedly when nobody's singing. The lyrics are relatively sharp, but there must be better ways of proving you're not a wimp than casting invective at a "health-food f*gg*t." Unless you are a wimp, that is. (Grade: B)