Kris Needs, ZigZag, May 1979
TO ME, ROBERT Fripp has always meant the nastiest riffs you could wish to cower from. I mean NASTY. Malevolent, grating sounds which fair oozed teeth-grating stark power. And his solos could kill.
Total word count of piece: 2694
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