I choose another Genesis album for my second review, but this time it's not an album that has been talked about a lot, is talked about, or will always be talked about (like "Selling England By The Pound"), but a certain "Live in London", released in 1974, one of the concerts belonging to the promotional tour of the contemporary "The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway". It's not an officially released live album, but a Bootleg even though the sound almost makes us think of an official live recording (the sound is not the best, but neither is it the worst); but perhaps (and I repeat once again, perhaps) the strength of this live album could be precisely its sound: a sound that immediately gives us the impression that we are listening to a rather rare live, not easily found in Genesis discographies; a very atmospheric sound that, although not the best, allows us to fully enjoy "the challenge our band faced in London that night".

Here is the very interesting setlist of the concert.

01)  Watcher of the Skies

02)  In the Cage

03)  Back in NYC

04)  Hairless Heart

05)  Counting Out Time

06)  The Carpet Crawlers

07)  The Waiting Room

08)  Silent Sorrow In Empty Boats

09)  The Light Dies Down On Broadway/Riding The Scree

"Watcher of the Skies," one of the classics par excellence, opens the concert with a fade-in; reproduced in the same scheme as the studio version (obviously, you'll say), it appears more epic due to the slightly diversified sound with the presence of more orchestral effects (from Tony Banks' keyboard) being much more prominent. The band's performance is impeccable, the piece is full of energy and passion; there is incredible respect and exaltation when it comes to dynamics: the soft parts are really done softly and in the loud parts, all hell breaks loose (in a positive sense, of course).

There's not even time to thank the audience, as the incredible "In The Cage" immediately starts, with which our band promotes their latest album. A very soft, dark start, but our band is confident and so everything is executed very well. Little by little, Banks' Hammond, Collins' drums, Hackett's guitar, and Rutherford's bass grow in perfect sync until reaching the first verse; during the chorus, Genesis make it clear that they are in it, that the stars at that moment are them, and with this energy, the second verse starts even more confidently and determined. And what about the keyboard solo? Undoubtedly one of the best and most difficult in history (maybe there are more difficult ones, true, but how many have been able to best balance difficulty and beauty?), a very epic, apocalyptic solo that ends in a final arpeggio where everything stops except guitar and drums; Peter Gabriel makes himself heard again in this section only to give way again to the "reprise" of the song. Peter's singing becomes more intense and determined.

The hypnotic "Back In NYC" is performed a bit slower than the studio version, but precisely because of this, Banks' notes and drum breaks are highlighted. In this performance as well, Peter Gabriel becomes more intense in his singing with absolutely impressive results. The instrumental sections of this piece are very effective and immediately capture the attention of the listener. After this, it connects to what I believe to be the best-executed piece of the evening: "Hairless Heart" (connected as in "The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway"). In this piece, as in the first, everything assumes a dream-like epicness (here it truly reaches the peak) thanks to Banks' keyboards. The theme of this instrumental song is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful ever, where Genesis fully demonstrate, with great skill, their deepest soul, their expressiveness. Another connection that brings us back to the album, which was just released at the time, and "Counting Out Time" begins, whose execution is excellent but doesn’t convey as much as it could; I would venture to say that this piece represents the lowest point of the concert, even though it flows quite well and at the end, Peter Gabriel puts on his own mini-show, playing a bit with his voice and launching vocal riffs now high, now lower and grittier: yet another demonstration of his skill and, if you will, his rather peculiar personality.

Peter Gabriel again, with his splendid voice, announces, intoning the intro, "The Carpet Crawlers". A very different version compared to the original: it is slower and more expressive, almost as much as that of "Seconds Out". As usual, the volumes are very well balanced. The only flaw in this execution, for me, is Steve Hackett's improvisations, which seem to want to grab attention at all costs (but fortunately, he does not hit any wrong notes; after all, we are talking about Steve Hackett and not just any guitarist). The atmosphere of this album might lead us to believe that from some point in this concert, Genesis perform "The Chamber Of 32 Doors": it would have been a truly formidable choice in my opinion, but, unfortunately, it’s not there, and I would have loved to listen to that beautiful piece with the atmosphere of this live... it would have been perfect. But let's move on.

The setlist continues with "The Waiting Room," opened by some psychedelic effects. Tony Banks' excellent chord progression perfectly accompanies Hackett's notes. Here Phil Collins launches his incredible breaks, and Rutherford follows him perfectly, proving to be a skillful bassist. The piece slows down, Banks performs his solo that concludes the piece in the best way. The audience's approval is through the roof, applause doesn’t seem to end even though it lasts a short time because the band immediately starts a piece that turns out to be another high point in the setlist: "Silent Sorrow In Empty Boats." Everything moves in the best way, and once again this imperfect sound best enhances the atmosphere of the concert. Everything here calms, it feels like being outdoors where only a slight breeze barely stirs the air.

Almost suddenly (yet without abrupt entrances), Banks and Hackett enter, opening "The Light Dies Down On Broadway," which is nothing more than the reprise of the theme of the album "The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway" performed more slowly. Peter Gabriel's voice emerges as best as it could; despite the slowness of the song, our band manages to maintain a constant speed (thanks to Phil Collins, who clearly and efficiently marks the time). "Riding The Scree," the last song on the setlist, performed immediately after "The Light Dies Down On Broadway," is a worthy conclusion to this beautiful concert where Tony Banks shows his creative streak with his Synth solos. Very well executed, by all, the theme of this piece set out by the synthesizer. Few notes but good ones conclude the concert, leaving the audience with bated breath until the general applause of an audience that surely was not disappointed by what they saw and heard, indeed, an audience truly fascinated by the abilities of this formation that made history.

A live that is difficult to come by but worth listening to. My rating is 4.5 stars out of 5. Certainly an excellent live album, even if it doesn’t reach the levels of excellence of "Genesis Live" from 1973 and the even more perfect "Seconds Out" from 1977.

Tracklist and Lyrics

01   In The Cage (06:49)

I got sunshine in my stomach
Like I just rocked my baby to sleep.
I got sunshine in my stomach
But I can't keep me from creeping sleep,
Sleep, deep in the deep.

Rockface moves to press my skin
White liquids turn sour within
Turn fast - turn sour
Turn sweat - turn sour.
Must tell myself that I'm not here.
I'm drowning in a liquid fear.
Bottled in a strong compression,
My distortion shows obsession
In the cave.
Get me out of this cave !

If I keep self-control,
I'll be safe in my soul.
And the childhood belief
Brings a moment's relief,
But my cynic soon returns
And the lifeboat burns.
My spirit just never learns.

Stalactites, stalagmites
Shut me in, lock me tight.
Lips are dry, throat is dry.
Feel like burning, stomach churning,
I'm dressed up in a white costume
Padding out left-over room.
Body stretching, feel the wretching
In the cage
Get me out of the cage!

In the glare of a light
I see a strange kind of sight;
O cages joined to from a star
Each person can't go very far;
All tied to their things
They are netted by their strings,
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings.

Outside the cage I see my brother John,
He turn his head so slowly round.
I cry out "Help!" before he can be gone,
And he looks at me without a sound.

And I shout out "John please help me !"
But he does not even want to try to speak.
I'm helpless in my violent rage
And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek.
My little runaway.

In a trap, feel a starp
Holding still, Pinned for kill.
Chances narrow that I'll make it,
In the cushioned straitjacket.
Just like 22nd St,
And they got me by my neck and feet.
Pressure's building, can't take more.
My headache's charged. Earaches roar.
In this pain
Get me out of this pain.

If I could change to liquid,
I could fill the cracks up in the rock,
But I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck.
Outside John disappears and my cage dissolves,
And without any reason my body revolvess.

Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Keep on turning
Turning around
Just spinning around.
Down, down, down..........

02   Back In N.Y.C (05:55)

03   The Chamber Of 32 Doors (06:28)

At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. It is almost a hemisphere with a great many doors all the way round its circumference. There is a large crowd, huddled in various groups. From the shouting, Rael learns that there are 32 doors, but only one that leads out. Their voices get louder and louder until Rael screams "Shut up!" There is a momentary silence and then Rael finds himself the focus as they direct their advice and commands to their new found recruit. Bred on trash, fed on ash the jigsaw master has got to move faster. Rael sees a quiet corner and rushes to it.


At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,
running around to all the doors.
They try to find, find themselves an audience;
their deductions need applause.

The rich man stands in front of me,
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game,
but the juggler holds another pack.

I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,
He'll smile through his guard,
Survival trains hard.
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands,
He looks at you once, you know he understands,
Don't need any shield,
When you're out in the field.

But down here,
I'm so alone with my fear,
With everything that I hear.
And every single door, that I've walked through
Brings me back here again,
I've got to find my own way.

The priest and the magician,
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
and they're all calling out my name,
Even academics, searching printed word.

My father to the left of me,
My mother to the right,
Like everyone else they're pointing
But nowhere feels quite right.

And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found,
There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound.
If I choose a side,
He won't take me for a ride.

Back inside
This chamber of so many doors;
I've nowhere, nowhere to hide.
I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me,
Find a door
That doesn't lead me back again
- take me away.

04   The Carpet Crawlers (05:38)

05   Evil Jam (06:20)

06   The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (12:13)

The lamb lies down on Broadway

And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending-time to go.
Get out!
It seems they cannot leave their dream.
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Nightime's flyers feel their pains.
Drugstore takes down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
But the gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'
And out on the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its face.
Somehow it's lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
There's no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid,
Wipes his gun-he's forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money-honey-be on-neon.
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn.
Wonder women draw your blind!
Don't look at me! I'm not your kind.
I'm Rael!
Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
On Broadway-
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway.
They say there's always magic in the air.

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