Playin' In The Band
Oct. 21, 1983
Worcester Centrum
Chef's kiss haunted house spritzer coin toss, demented and spired PITB coiling round shells and moon's thorn keys. Thanks to the thrashing multiplicities this one pulls off a spooky, surly afterglare as well as splashes of smiling encouragement. Sonically this one must have been nuts in person. Weir's swoopy performance provides wholesome fitness wheat. This one will settle in your crevices as a conscious listener in search of tiger, for the approach is more like gliding thru black night no dawn in sight. Greatly mysterious folky version