Close to the Edge - Yes

Close to the Edge

Yes

  • Genre: Rock
  • Release Date: 1972-09-13
  • Explicitness: notExplicit
  • Country: USA
  • Track Count: 3

  • ℗ 1972 Atlantic Records. Marketed by Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group C

Tracks

Title Artist Time
1
Close to the Edge: I. The Soli Yes 18:42
2
And You and I: I. Cord of Life Yes 10:11
3
Siberian Khatru Yes 8:56

Reviews

  • Absolute Masterpiece

    5
    By guilljeg
    I dont know how to put into words how much this album means to me. And You And I is my alltime favorite. Sonicly moving and beautifully written. If that song doesn't move you, you'd better check yourself for a pulse.
  • Eh....

    3
    By Reckia6
    I know that most Yes fans would hate me for giving this only three stars but I find this to be an overrated album. I also feel like it is overplayed. The title track is amazing, of course. I like the album but not nearly as much as The Yes Album and Fragile. Sorry, Yes fans!
  • AND ITUNES AND I

    5
    By MOODY BLUES FAN
    I WOULD LIKE TO PURCHASE, MAGNIFACATION AND THE 2011 FLY FROM HERE ALBUM. BOTH VERY GOOD AND OVER LOOKED ALBUMS......
  • One of my all time favorites

    5
    By harpua2007
    The title track is 18 minutes long, and it seems like 3 minutes, pure genuis from this band. It just locks you in and holds your attention for the duration.
  • Limited to 5 stars

    5
    By imacuser
    Although there are other albums that may be considered the ultimate in progressive rock (Thick as a Brick, Tales From Topographic Oceans, etc.) this is the ultimate pinnacle. Close To The Edge is brilliant throughout as is And You and I. Siberian Khatru is fantastic as well, for the incredible guitar work. What makes this album the pinnacle, for me, is the mixing done by Eddie Offord. Still to this day the best mixed album I have ever heard. The technical brilliance of Chris Squire playing the bass guitar like no one before him proves why he was one of the greatest bassists ever.
  • The Brilliant Third of A Trilogy

    5
    By Horne On Hammond
    Years ago, I heard that the classic progressive bands of the genre’s golden age (the early 70s, o’course!) often had 3 albums that really stood out and established the players; three albums in a row I believe. For Yes, these were 1. “The Yes Album”, 2. “Fragile”, and 3. “Close To The Edge”. CTTE is a truly brilliant and beautiful album. I bought my first copy, in LP format, when I was 15. Now I’m about to download it onto MY PHONE. I’ve been walking the earth now, for some time. Anyway, this album shows Yes at their symphonic progressive best and is WELL worth it. Enjoy this amazing album!
  • Overrated

    1
    By Sssfsssthdudythdyrsymrsmyr
    All of the songs are made long just so they can be long. So overdrawn and unnecessary
  • A very high point in progressive rock.

    5
    By JMP Fritz
    This album only has three songs but they are awesome songs. This is their finest hour.
  • Nole1980

    5
    By Nole1980
    As classic as an album can get! A true masterpiece that still sounds fresh 45 years later!
  • Th apotheosis of something or other

    5
    By Suburban Dasein
    It's prog rock, the music that the almighty himself, and Bill Bruford, reviles. But there was never anything remotely like it, nor could there be: in later years, Bruford described a near-impossible process of reassembling bits of tape fastened to the wall after endless debate about this arrangement or that, or whether Jon Anderson should just leave already. He was forced to admit, though, that it ended up being a remarkable piece of music, despite asking at the time whether "Total Mass Retain" might better be called "Puke." And, after Chris Squire's death, Bruford pointed to two of his bits in the title track that epitomized Squire's creativity and gloriously skewed vision of rock bass: the strange staccato line abut 6 minutes in, and the tuba-from-nowhere about 8 minutes in. I grew up thinking that round-wound strings on a Rickenbacker played with a pick was the only possible bass noise worth a lick. For Steve Howe there'd be only a few more shining moments before he became the choppy caricture of himself he was detined to become; for Jon Anderson there'd be a couple fewer shining moments before too much acid and too much Earth-Mother-Jacaranda-Crystal-in-the-forehead rubbish turned him into an insufferable, warbling new-age shaman; and as for Rick Wakeman, he wished in hindisght that he'd left along with Bill. But here, by the time they hit Siberian Khatru—objectively the best rock song on the album—they were working furiously to churn out something that no one, not even Genesis with Supper's Ready, would match.