Eerie. this jerry-driven version is mired in the paranoia of imminent doom with the wink of cyberjazz. Reaches a to1-esque crater of solemn peace.

yet another symphonic slammer. Deeply meant.

First rate. Excellent group blend, they're ready for the fireworks of the two years to follow

80s are a goldmine for LLR's, this one wirey, lustrous and cinematic.

welcome wink of a heel-diggingly true pure rendering. Spiky and down home like jerry and hunter's best evocations of timeless tribulation and delitez.

this one has zip... heartwrenching solo

gettin loose and devils be nimble on Jack>peggy. jerry deeeeeeep in the mine, a husk of diamond stuff. thunderous groan of "oh no" at the first notes of el paso

getting it done

yep they're insanely hot blessing it w/ wharf + dew. Brents got that hammond doing gymnastics, they're in that full send flow dutifully carrying telegrams from the beyond, with hand-picked love. perfect versions of both.

check archive, the lucy was a-flowing, kesey mourning his son, Awesome thunder machine with pranksters>space>to1 that effortlessly pays towering homage to that weird dark unknowable muse. Insane vocal work all over space from yoko ono wailing to news anchor rap. It's a long one and bends in and out of scenic backdrops like a light oil show, exceptionally sensitive work from all. something of a psychologically disturbing nature which zooms out and continues into a fallout-rainsoaked other one. Rainbows shading, the expanding and diminishing of fantastic tonal jams is putting the four horsemen in a bullfight until at last reapers return from the fringes into your central head bloodstream and Phil oppenheimers you back to the tribunals of olympus in the nick of time for Neal at the wheel to pick u up. Rousing, emotional stuff.