The purple piper plays his tune, the choir softly sing. Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, for the court of the crimson king. A 1969 progressive rock milestone is the 131st most acclaimed album of all time.
In the Moment is a musical equivalent of getting in the car and driving, not figuring out where you are until you get there. In the hands of indulgent or untalented hacks, a recipe for sonic atrocity; with experts behind the wheel, the journey is enjoyable as it is unpredictable.
Put as simply -- and starkly -- as possible, many beautiful babies were thrown out with the bath water by hidebound critics who were content to sniffingly dismiss the more ambitious (pretentious!) works that certain bands were putting out as a matter of course in the early-to-mid-‘70s.