A riot

Propulsive

Quirky and fits right in

Transition and outro well done with rapid licks – still plenty of life in this duo

A lively, crisp set closer, with shades of the super-sized blowout on 3/9

For me, this is the epitome of “you had to be there.” While you’re never going to get to fully relive the moment, I can’t even get back in the same ballpark, be it soundboard, video, or audience. That said, this was one of those top live moments; even the seemingly unwavering stern cops directly in front of me guarding the big lane 14 rows back from the stage -- their backs turned to the band the entire first set – dropped their folded arms, along with their jaws, as they involuntarily turned toward the source with some kind of respect, even reverence, to what had overtaken them. Meanwhile, the chills that set in for me from the first chords of the song were now in some kind of galactic hyperdrive; otherworldly suspension… before going its way again.

Serious.

One the early tapes that made the rounds imprinting this already converted yet fledgling grateful head. The beast jumps out of a tree and stampedes through the forest at high-speed, branches snapping and chasing you so fast that you come up around and see it just up ahead. Time to get even rounder.

The jam at the end also seems to give a wink and nod to the stuff that went down in the Dark Star before this Rat struts off into the Sugar Mag.

If listening to it over and over again increases the ratings, then I'm getting something done...