Imagine if, having played well over an hour an a half, pulling no punches and giving it your all, you had to go back out on stage after only a quick breath of fresh air and perhaps a nippy wash and brush-up, and then do it all again in the same evening, how you might be feeling. Such was the demand from an ecstatic and profoundly enthusiastic South American audience that’s what Crimson had to do.

Nor was it the first such occasion in this run of gigs - they’d done the same at the show on Oct 8th. There are signs of tiredness here and there; Trey fluffs a harmony line in Vrooom and the guitarists drop the ball momentarily on the downbeat of Indiscipline.

As an aside can anyone work out Bruford’s off-mic commentary in French as Belew recounts that “it took hours and hours”? A degree of playfulness can be discerned as Levin offers a bit of walking bass prior to Heartbeat, and Belew and others crack up as Fripp’s fingers momentarily take in the brown zone on Heartbeat’s tender intro.

Also of interest here is the appearance of Coda Marine 475 as a stand-alone encore leading straight into a rather pensive soundscape.