the feeling on this rich, blue-hot hornsby one is that of exquisite elegance in that puffed-up mindless sense

tight, gallopping, mournful, phil

bill and mick dip their toes into a dozen things, keeping their turntablism abreast of the breathing tree of life. Sensational stuff. Continued

everyone impatient to bust out passionate stuff on this searing version

Strap on the goggles and microscopes to find traces of this in jerry's playing as soon as the intro dies down into a no nonsense sparkplug wheel

lean and mean!! I love the lightning bolt years! this one has a bit of a snakey, enigmatic charm to it, not a fist pumper. One to kick back

real hot!! Flying fretboard

Wondrous pirate ship ride

face stealer, explosively rouses a gentle ease

Menacing sampling section, gorgeous beam. Mickey always brought it and these passages has masterly narrative. If the dose hasn't kicked in, the space>DS>space will set the scene. Drenched in scary effects evoking bottomless seas of anarchic synth manic egos clawing at the walls of the mind. Everyone refracting each other's outbursts with tempered musical interior brilliance so as to pinwheel without being spun out. eventually the jazz cat boys start interpolating something and jerry responds with screaming virtuosic distorted runs which only makes weir intensify his anxious funk harder. First rate version. Final four minutes are tonal, resplendent, and suggest stella or china doll