slow and firehouse. Everyone slaps.

Spectacularly textured, plenty of chaw!! Everyone seeing stars, very hot continues the breezy twang instigated by Dire Wolf. accomplished versh

Opens set one, strident and tightrope treading!! After-hours vibe of demolished dystopia, PIcasso moon always gives way to tight soloing and melts

surprised this was omitted-delivery is good, jam is very broad and palatial, seascapes of frozen transpacific bridges. Rings and spires of dankness

Triumphant

love it, great call! Summer 85 baby!!

this one’s a rembrandt… screaming tiger work

fuk yea

fantastic version… explosive Phil, jam latent with paranoia and serpentine movement, brent smackin the keys!

A resplendent, muralistic masterpiece. the garbled, submerged revery of a particularly listless mood of Hunter’s lyric flickers in flashes from Jerry’s prior and future selves resounding through the stadium. autobahn jam that brings the modal funk to an altogether different, more minimalist and tranquil place than the modal angst and sometimes discordant, jaggedly dense rhythmic palettes from devils and others. Think 80s. No, this is meant to be as one with itself. A sky passes through its daily course with seasons worth of stars forming trines, transits returns and yods, never contradicting itself, unfoloding with the gasping obviousness of a baby’s breath and total acceptance and love. Darkness be banished.The fire here is a Tolstoy unto itself, just crazy good. big man twirls the constellations and bends the forest with that handsome breakneck grace. And lol dont worry theres enough midi to soundtrack an irreverent japanese action rpg. Seattle love