This isn’t the only excellent Yes song.
But when I put on their History of Yes set, sorted randomly, I was quickly shunted into despair.
All the talk about virtuosity here, the reason we thought these songs were rock songs were because the drums spoke to us. The bass, too.
Wakefield. Capes. Pawns. As rock fans in the day this came out, it wasn’t exotic. It was music that evolved naturally out of Traffic and the Moody Blues and whatever.