Bill, Jon, Steve, Chris, Rick: you couldn't have done all this just for profit or thirst for glory.
You did it also for us, to gift the sensitive part of Humanity rare moments of intense emotions.
Jon Anderson: a sweet voice dedicated to rock, an unmistakable trademark
Bill Bruford: the greatest in progressive, and not only: that delicate touch, so at ease with odd times and countertimes
Steve Howe: a great like few others, a virtuosic artist of guitars of all kinds
Chris Squire: the one who divinely animated an instrument that until then simply kept the beat
Rick Wakeman: legendary spiller of notes and chords riding keys and pedals.
"Close To The Edge": where each of Them has something to say, and together forge a blend that reaches the pinnacle of Music. Those drops falling into their own element, returning to it, sounds precursors of a style that will come. That intense green fading to black, those fabulous landscapes.
Fantastic? Wonderful? Splendid? Magnificent? Does a single adjective that sums it all up not yet exist? Let's invent one for "Close To The Edge".
Not a review, I admit, but a tribute to the most beautiful progressive rock album and to its extraordinary creators.
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