Activated. Midi horns and sine pads melt from drumz and again to jousting snarls of apathy. Lyrical, seasoned.

Columnic, wealthy in spirit. Cranial jam.

propulsive, no prisoners

Yet another transcendent versh, guitarists stay on, chimes of peace into the conches of deliverance, rippling. Wackazoid gothic space, metal adjacent

music never stoppd tease into this crackling rarity! Back porch scheming for lived-in tracks, avenues of decay for the tires of hummers.

fast, exploratory and plinky plonky this one is a knockout becoming of the twilight years. Goes to show that with tunes with many repeats like any of the deads standards they're chasing a universal ideal feeling, sort of like Plato and his boys feeding her grapes were pontificating on at the studio in the suburbs of yonkers. Crackling feeling which adds a bolstery jazzy sophistication to the wispy heartbroken absence of some of the dirgey stella highlights. this one just snaps and majestically soars through cresting valleys of dynamically drastically proportional emotion corresponding to the peaks and valleys within the lines of their infinitely symphonic notes. jerry and hunter live on...

definitive. This one really is a joy!! Kickin dispatch from the gutters of the human psyche into gracious altruistic redemption. Flutterbird weavy texture and mickey bringin' it on home, libra season soul healing fanning!!!

comfy laser beam perfection, picture frame tornado help slip frank. confident and strutting slick delivery with keen shining soaring cresting jamming akimbo and moth bondages shattered into remnants of gooey honeysucked peaces. Franklins is invigorated, spiritual, cleansing and satisfyingly circular. the faster we go the rounder we get

wavy rendition, got a sparking dynamite feel, solo goes the distance and coda energy is mothership "the it" vibez

bit of a sleeper tune for me that has earned my respect as one of the dead's best late set whoppers on par with Wheel, NFA, Dew and stella. jer's delivery is incomparably sickness