After much searching I finally found this live jewel. Van Der Graff Generator cut their teeth in the early 70's with abstract Bowie-esque prog rock and made some great albums within that formula. Jump to 1977, no color, no more beauty to contrast the darkness and no more generator. This is the kind of prog that fucks your wife, falls in love with her, and then murders you to get you out of the picture... And finally fathers you children with no remorse. This prog dose not like you, and frankly it's not too fond of me either... Thats my kind of progression. Musically this falls somewhere between King Crimson's Red and early Public Image Limited and is vocally reminisent of a young Michael Gira. Bleak, Monolithic and beaten down.