Mel Collins

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? ~ Yeats

The beast stirs from fitful sleep, opening voluminous eyes - slowly becomes upright. This beast, this Crimson beast, is awake and ready.

What instruments? What batterie? What music?

Tony Levin. Used by permission.

I know I'm a bit obsessed about this band. I get that.

To be perfectly honest, my tireless enthusiasm is founded on one basic idea: by comparison, every other band seems lame. When friends or family talk wildly about some country singer (yawn) or some muso drones on endlessly about a new hot band, I sigh internally. About 40% of the time, the music is engaging and I might even download it and roll it through the Eclectopian wheels. It's clever and catchy, but it pales by any comparison. It's not fair to do that, but music people are like that.