King Crimson

King Crimson looks like nothing else but King Crimson. These music chemists, led by an ultra-creative Robert Fripp, have revolutionized everything in their path, becoming the pioneers of progressive rock.

"King Crimson are the masters of the explosion, as unexpected as it is violent". These words come straight from the mouth of Nick Cave. To tell the truth, who better to pay tribute to this cult band, sculptor out of the conventions of a progressive rock with marked contrasts. Led by the intrepid and demanding Robert Fripp, the London band spreads, decade after decade, its sumptuous wings in a sky tormented by psychedelic clouds, flashes of madness and saturated arpeggios.

Up there is chaos. It's not the final goodbyes, routine clashes and unexpected reformations, which King Crimson collects in spades, that will make us say otherwise. For this group is an anomaly as much as it is obvious. Sometimes a metal monster, sometimes a master of jazz of yesteryear: Robert Fripp and his henchmen have formed a surprising creature, where sophistication marries, in a surprisingly compatible love, a will of anarchy placarded with clatter. Here, simplicity is banished. Only the alchemy of sounds counts.

Anything but commercial, their music with its jazzy winks is out of the box, both hypnotic and edgy, tame and unpredictable, repetitive but not monotonous. If it is infused today into the musical herbal tea of young bands, it is not by chance. For, from its beginnings, King Crimson stood out from the Beatles and Jimi Hendrix to revolutionize the sounds of his century and open a new path. Their clever pleasures: breaking codes, pushing the limits and deconstructing the commonplace with a golden technicality. That's what rock is all about!