A few months after the masterpiece In The Court, King Crimson gifts another gem to the already dazzling prog landscape of the period (in the same year, 1970, ELP and Gentle Giant debut, Genesis and Van Der Graaf define their style with albums like Trespass and The Least We Can Do Is Wave To Each Other), an important album, in some ways an evolution compared to the debut album, justly rewarded by the public of the time (fourth place in the charts, one position higher than In The Court), today certainly not celebrated as it deserves. In fact, the album suffers a less devastating impact, a more subdued, meditative tone compared to the previous work; this is the misfortune of In The Wake, in the comparison with a historic, revolutionary album, a cornerstone of what from then on would be defined as "art rock" and which would establish the true coordinates of progressive, much more than the naive experiments of the Moody Blues or the Nice. Despite the heavy legacy of In The Court, King Crimson does everything possible to produce an album that immediately presents itself as not easy, starting with internal problems in the band, orphan of Lake's beautiful voice (who left midway through the sessions to join Palmer and Emerson) and multi-instrumentalist McDonald. The internal conflicts do not affect the result, however, the sound impact is even more refined, thanks especially to the jazz-influenced arrangements of the newcomers, Keith Tippett and Mel Collins. Even the lyrics, which still talk about solitude and alienation, remain excellent, as indeed they will throughout the period with Peter Sinfield (although Richard Palmer-James is an excellent lyricist, from Lark's Tongues In Aspic onwards, the absence of a certain past magic is felt, but this is also a consequence of Fripp's artistic rethinking, which will lead him, after Islands, to revolutionize the band). The tracks, almost all by Fripp, date back to the previous year, which is why the first side seems to retrace In The Court: after the dreamlike singing of Peace, the apocalyptic tones, the frantic rhythms of Pictures of a City burst in, almost a revisitation of 21st Century Schizoid Man. Once again, the initial harshness is immediately softened by a melodic song among the most beautiful written by Fripp and Sinfield, the delicate Cadence and Cascade, with lyrics that speak of illusions and false myths through the story of two groupies. Then the title track, majestic, solemn in its mellotron beginning, a piece "à la Epitaph," unsettling and atmospheric, undoubtedly the highest point of the album. Sinfield's words are also splendid, inspired by the evocative cover by Tammo de Jongh, a pictorial transposition of the theory of the 12 archetypes. A short and touching reprise of Peace bridges to the second part of the album, the one with Cat Food, an ironic song about consumerism, in which Tippett's free-jazz piano stands out, and with The Devil's Triangle, an instrumental suite in multiple parts, with increasingly threatening martial progression interspersed with free digressions, enigmatic carillons, even self-citations from In The Court, all in an increasingly frantic crescendo. To close the album, again Peace, one of the many forgotten treasures of the Crimson King, the most poetic, simple, incisive, poignant thing KC has ever offered, just voice, guitar, and Sinfield's words ("Searching for me, you look everywhere except beside you / searching for you, you look everywhere but not inside you"). It is the umpteenth demonstration of how King Crimson knows how to make music with a 360-degree approach, whatever field they tackle, no matter how much they may change, they can achieve unimaginable goals for any other band. Studied music, theirs, rigorous, conceived and thought over by their despotic leader, at the same time extremely expressive, never bound to genres nor prisoners of their sound, but always in search of new solutions: precisely because of this, meaning their musical openness, their desire to progress, they represent, indeed embody, the true spirit of progressive. And it is precisely here that the greatness of King Crimson lies, in their ability to approach different genres with a style and a quality always unmistakable.

Tracklist Lyrics and Samples

01   Peace: A Beginning (00:50)

02   Pictures of a City (including 42nd at Treadmill) (08:01)

03   Cadence and Cascade (04:38)

Cadence and Cascade
Kept a man named Jade;
Cool in the shade
While his audience played.
Purred, whispered, "Spend us too:
We only serve for you".

Sliding mystified
On the wine of the tide
Stared pale-eyed
As his veil fell aside.
Sad paper courtesan
They found him just a man.

Caravan hotel
Where the sequin spell fell
Custom of the game.
Cadence oiled in love
Licked his velvet gloved hand
Cascade kissed his name.

Sad paper courtesan
They knew him just a man.

04   In the Wake of Poseidon (including Libra's Theme) (07:58)

05   Peace: A Theme (01:15)

06   Cat Food (04:52)

Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket
Knocks in the manager's door;
Grooning to the muzak from a speaker in shoe rack
Lays out her goods on the floor;
Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen.
"Eat it and come back for more!"

Lady Window Shopper with a new one in the hopper
Whips up a chemical brew;
Croaking to a neighbour while she polishes a sabre
Knows how to flavour a stew.
Never need to worry with a tin of 'Hurri Curri':
"Poisoned especially for you!"

No use to complain
If you're caught out in the rain;
Your mother's quite insane.
Cat food cat food cat food again.

Lady Yellow Stamper with a fillet in a hamper
Dying to finish the course;
Goodies for the table with a fable on the label
Drowning in miracle sauce.
Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food,
"Not even fit for a horse!"

07   The Devil's Triangle (including Merday Morn / Hand of Sceiron / Garden of Worm) (11:38)

Instrumental

08   Peace: An End (01:53)

Peace is a word
Of the sea and the wind.
Peace is a bird who sings
As you smile.
Peace is the love
Of a foe as a friend;
Peace is the love you bring
To a child

Searching for me
You look everywhere,
Except beside you.
Searching for you
You look everywhere,
But not inside you.

Peace is a stream
From the heart of a man;
Peace is a man, whose breadth
Is the dawn.
Peace is a dawn
On a day without end;
Peace is the end, like death
Of the war.

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By jefko

 "The Devil's Triangle, a true instrumental suite that thrusts you into the stormy waves of the ocean."

 "This album manages to shine in its own light (a slightly marine blue light!)."


By enbar77

 The impression it gives me is of 'the second part of In the Court of the Crimson King,' and I say that without any a poorly concealed desire for controversy.

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