THRAKATTAK

This is probably the most insulting record I have ever listened to in my life. I felt like Robert Fripp & co. decided that they would on purpose record the most insensate piece of music they could possibly conceive. I just feel them laughing at the backs of those like me that got the record, knowing that a lot of the KC fans would try to find a meaning or an explanation to this horror, and many of them would even try to like it.

Mr. Fripp's avidity, his lust for money, are the only possible explanations for this record. I frankly think of it as the intellectual/elitist version of Spice Girls or super-commercial-mainstream music. You buy it, and you can say you've got it, and use it to show your friends how daring your musical tastes are - or just how pathetic some of progressive rock's dinosaurs have become.

If it weren't King Crimson, NOBODY would ever care for this. If you're looking for creative chaos, or interesting dissonant music, search elsewhere. If you're looking for progressive music, or simply good music, search elsewhere - everywhere else.