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The wind does not hear
It's never too late to recalibrate the brain. Today's song has occupied a minor place in my head for over 20 years, similar to its interlude-like position on the seminal In The Court Of The Crimson King. There it's sandwiched between the proto-metal blast of "21st Century Schizoid Man" and the proto-prog melodrama of "Epitaph". But now it suddenly steps into its own spotlight — a rainy day spaceout with some classy flute action and a subtle edge that hints at the darkness tucked into the Aquarian age. That non-heavy handed invocation of the demonic is actually one of my favorite things about the Crims.
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