I remember hearing much of this music after the fact, in the early to mid 80s, when I was in junior high and high school. I remember when Discipline came out, and my impression was, well, whatever. Sounds pretty contemporary, New Wave, Talking Heads like.
Thankfully, I met some older people who actually were listening to this music in the 70s and not eating paste and/or riding Big Wheels and playing with Evel Knievels who said, *No, no, no, you don't want to listen to this. Let me tell you about the guy in the bear rug who banged on chains and bit into blood pellets.
Man, that stuff, to 80s ears, totally blew my mind. It was practically from outer space, from Mars, as far as I was concerned. And it seemed so ridiculously non-commercial. I mean really, *Relayer* went platinum. Tubular Bells multi-platinum. Are you kidding? How was this possible? Impossible, I maintained at the time.
Of course, at the time Yes/Asia/Genesis were putting out schlock, and King Crimson was trying to be more hip/relevant/new wavish than musical. Nay, Genesis had stopped putting out music alltogether, and was more into vying for market share with the Lionel Richies of the world. It's like they all became embarrassed that they were good musicians at one time, who were more than competent on their instruments.
One of the 1st fusion (or apparently, seemingly fusion) albums I bought in the 80s after getting hip to Bitches Brew was the Chick Corea Electrik Band. Man, what a piece of commercial P.O.S. that was.
But all of it lead me to jazz, for which I am eternally grateful.