The Other One
Dec. 31, 1972
Winterland Arena
Firecracker Truckin'>TO1, this one dazzles with implied fury and organized brilliance, the transitional stuff is second to none. 69 and 72 are really The Years for the other one , this one is absolutely menacing in scope but tender and focused on only the insanest chops in its heady execution. Lesh firing on all cylinders with his Jimmy Garrison and avant shit. A la the direction a volcanic Truckin' usually goes when associated with wharf rat or morning dew, the playing here could document the masses commuting to and fro in a sad chapbook of slides, movements to consider separately as well as in their whole. Group playing oscillates overall between lovey SF frolicking and full on goopy squall. There carries forth a New Year's Day concept of a communistic utopian overworld where new ideas are followed through to purest momentums, elemental forms. Rhythm section duet is sick throughout. Really love Bill's consciousness, phil on the guild is unstoppable. Gets into classic spiralling psych and punks out for a few. Formlessness invites great humor into this mammoth TO1. it's an intense version that'll never go to waste for your buck. Feels like a mural of an austere bedroom tryptych coupled on either side by the trees and icy stream, and sunny bus stops, and the brutalities of war and plundering, festooned by the artist's sweaty glaze and between zombie glimpses in some sort of speedy shutter time lapse artifice
